Left Behind

Bolivia 2006

     I will be... left behind... My husband soon departs for his annual spring missions trip.

 

    In the past, he has ventured to Bolivia (3 times), Peru, Paraguay, Argentina,

 El Salvador,

 Guatemala,

Cuba, Costa Rica, Chile, and China (I did accompany him to Argentina and Costa Rica). He started leading missions trips way back in 2004 (maybe as a healthy response to mid-life crisis). One of his passions is to experience new cultures and people, as well as capably lead college students on potentially life-changing experiences. This year he will experience Sao Paulo, Brazil.

     I know the drill. There will be ♫One less bell to answer. One less egg to fry. One less man... to pick up after. I should be happy...♫
 
     He requested that I blog missions experiences, so today let the blogging begin. We'll see how it progresses, and the party begins eating leftover Taco Bueno Party Burritos. Woo hoo! Admittedly, I don't like being alone. In years past, frightful things have happened, including 2006's literal AND figurative near-miss tornadoes. The week before departure, emotions are edgy. Because of almost nil overseas communication, this widow feels keenly "left-behind."

     After almost being resigned to widowhood, too many days later, he will re-appear. Because of overnight flights and severe sleep deprivations, he will be a zombie, carrying boatloads of dirty laundry. One year when he returned home, he seemed close to death. But by the third day he did resurrect and he surreptitiously returned... to the Land of the U.S. Living.