I became so lost in my own thoughts of that morning I thought I heard his voice drifting through the wind. I looked down at my watch and knew I had to leave. As I stood, I looked toward the cab. T.J. was standing there with his duffle bag over his shoulder.
In disbelief, I shook my head to make the painful sight of T.J. disappear, but the vision of him remained. I walked toward him. With each step, I expected him to disappear, leaving me alone. We were less than a foot away from each other when I finally let myself believe it was him and not some hallucination.
“I had to come here to say goodbye,” I said. We stood face to face. I couldn’t help but let the emotions of seeing him again wash over me. Tears fell down my cheeks and dripped off my chin and down my neck.
“I thought you might a
