Nana should be on the plane now, taking off in 15 minutes or so. The best idea I had was to arrange a wheelchair escort - I did so more to make sure that someone else would be responsible for her than for her physical ability, though I don't think she could make the Chicago connection on her own two feet. But it made things very abrupt for our leavetaking tonight. We are only a couple minutes from the airport. Parked the car, walked in, found no line at United, checked in, took the bags to TSA, her escort picked her up, went to security screening, and she bypassed all 300 people in six lines and straight through on VIP status. They didn't even have her stand up for her own screening. I leaned over and kissed her face and she just vanished. Nothing left for me to do so I was out of the airport before I even had to pay for parking. Certainly no time for sentiment either.
And she's gone, and after nearly a year here that will take some getting used to, in finding our way into the life pattern that happens next. But I still have the next 12 hours to worry myself sick before that happens.
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