Homefront Six said the second goodbye yesterday:
Last night it was incredibly difficult to go to bed. I didn't want to. I knew that, if I went to bed, I would be sleeping away precious hours of being awake and knowing that he was here, safe, with us. That our house was a home. Until I went to bed, his departure date was still "tomorrow". And I knew that when I woke up, it would be the day that he had to leave. Climbing the stairs last night was almost harder than actually saying goodbye tonight.Go read the rest, and let her know you're continuing to support them all.