My Son Says"just because I am not going to miss you doesn't mean I don't love you forever." He is leaving for Boise Idaho with his oldest sister tomorrow. I don't like it. I have never been separated from him for more then an evening. Saying, "I don't like it." doesn't even begin to explain the overwhelming dread I am haveing. The feeling that my precious gift will never be returned. Say you will be home soon, back into my arms, My baby boy. The gift of my heart. The love of my life. They are only ours a short time, and we raise them up, hopefull that can conquer the demons that we could only hide from.