Some days are better than others

This isn't one of those, again. Today my brother, John, and his family will return to Texas. His leaving isn't something I think I will ever get used to. If I were 16 I would tell you "It sucks!". Ok, maybe that isn't true. When I was 16 I may have offered to help him pack. However, I am 38 now and I will tell you it hurts. Not like a paper cut, not slamming your finger in a door, not even like hitting your toe on the edge of couch. No, this pain will grab your heart and squeeze it until water pours from your eyes, and you gasp for air. This is hurt. This is love.