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Dropped off at Purdue over the weekend, drove home yesterday.
Saying goodbye was not an isolated, touching, movie-like setting. We were in the middle of about 200 band kids swarming around the depths of a 75-year-old music building, nervously practicing before opening auditions. So some hugs and a short goodbye before he hurried to the band room.
I haven't given it much thought and have been busy in the day since. It'll sink in more at some point I'm sure; I teared up a few times in the lead-up (oh, like during the Bao short before Incredibles 2). Bound to happen again.
I still have my daughter at home which I'm sure will make things somewhat easier.
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