The Leaving

 The day finally arrived when she would leave. 

For good. 

Starting a new life in another state. 

Not too far but definitely far enough.

 Packing of the pickup.

  Loaded to the gunwhales.

 Dressed for the occasion.

 Not terribly concerned. Maybe playing was a diversionary tactic.

 The final good-byes. 

 Ready in so many ways.

 A last word with brother.

And they're off.

Into the bathroom for a five minute cry.

 Tears of sadness and joy, relief that this day had come. 

Sometimes the build up is more heart wrenching than the event. 

At the end of the day?

The leaving was a very good thing.