When Joe was in the Army, and we moved every few years, saying good-bye to friends was just part of the moving process. We'd have our household goods packed, we'd have travel arrangements made, and at some point before signing out of the unit, we'd say good-bye to our friends.
I don't want to say that we were 'good' at saying good-bye, we were just used to it. Joe would have to leave his buddies in the motor pool, I'd have to leave my neighbors and wives from the FRG, the boys would have to say good-bye to classmates. It was part of our Army life.
Hank has never had to say good-bye to a friend. Well, not that he remembers. He was a little over a year old when we moved home from Georgia, and telling his partner in crime, Betsy, good-bye was not something that ranked on his list of emotional events. It wasn't like he ran out of Sweet Potato Puffs or something equally as traumatic. So, I'm a little worried how he's going to handle saying good-bye to two of his best friends and favorite playmates in a few weeks. I'm sure he'll give them a hug and say 'see ya later' like it's no big deal. I don't think it's hit him that they are moving to Texas and not just across town. He hasn't realized that he won't see them every day like he does now. I have a feeling that he's going to be a sad, pouting, little boy in a few weeks.
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