I was so excited for him. He worked so hard for this and the time came for him to fly. He will soar! I knew it would be difficult to leave my only son 539 miles away. I knew I would struggle not seeing him everyday. But I never imagined the punch in the gut when I saw his dark, empty room. I cried a bit on the road to Brooke's house. I broke down a little at Brooke's house. I was despondent on the road back home but thought I was doing pretty good! Then I walked into the house, toward the bathroom, and completely lost it. The sadness overwhelmed me all at once. It was as if the dam of my emotions broke through and there was no stopping the flood of tears that came. After a while, I emerged from the bathroom feeling lost as I wandered through the place that my Noah called home for the last 13 1/2 years. How am I going to get through this? The next day was no better. I woke with a heavy heart, worried about my only son sounding sad on the phone the day before. I...