And Now He's Gone

I awaken out of my sleep around 2:30 this morning.

My cell phone. Where is it? Who the hell could be calling my cell at this hour?

Oh gosh, I hope nothing is wrong.

I stumble out of bed. Rubbing my eyes I make my way down the stairs.

Where is it. Ugh. I missed the call.

On the kitchen counter. I found it.

1 missed call. Dyon.

Oh no. Dyon’s calling. He always forgets that he is 3 hours behind in CA. Either way it’s still pretty late.

I hope everything is ok.

I call him back. “Hey babe!” He yells over the background noise.

“What’s wrong?!” I yell. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I’m leaving. I’m getting on the plane as we speak.”

I sucked my breath in. For a while I had forgotten that he was leaving. I forgot it was real.

“Oh, ok it’s 2:30 in the morning here. I thought something was wrong.”

“No, I just wanted to call to say I love you. Give my niece a kiss for me. Love you.”

“ I love you too. Be safe honey.”

I can’t believe it’s really happening. He’s gone. On a plane somewhere. I don’t know when I’ll hear from him again.

He sounded so happy. A bit excited. He is proud to do what he does.

After he hung up I sent him a text message to call as soon as he can and that I loved him. He texted me back. “I will. Luv u 2.”

It’s a text I will never delete.

God I pray he makes it back home safe. I pray.