This is a First

Well, this is the first time that I've ever been on the road, alone, and not looking forward to going home. I have to pack up tonight and head to the airport tomorrow afternoon and I'm dreading it. And it's not the crazy Chicago rush hour traffic or the solo train ride to the airport that I'm dreading. It's going home . . . to the harsh reality of what I must face on Saturday morning. That is the dreaded time that we will have to say goodbye to Bentley for the last time. I'm sitting here struggling to find the words for how I feel, but there are just no words . . .