All good things must come to an end, and sadly our week in D.C. did the same. Sean would return to his barracks on base, and I would return home without him.
It had been an amazing week in so many ways. We finally felt that help was available, if not to cure, at least to educate us and help Sean to heal. We toured the city and took in many of the major sights. We met with Senator Tim Johnson and he listened again to our story of struggle and assured us that his office would assist in any way possible to ensure that Sean continued to receive proper and timely medical care.
After such a long and troublesome separation, we had 5 full days together as a couple to reconnect.
Another trip to the airport at the end of the week. A long wait for flights–bittersweet–thankful for that extra hour together, but an extra hour to dread parting. We’ve been through this before, but it doesn’t get any easier. Ever. Even in present-day as Sean is making a trip home to see family, he doesn’t want to leave without me, and I feel it too.
I return home to kids and school and chores. Sean returns to a room on base that is empty and silent and lonely.