I spent most of the week with my mom and it was great but I pretty much cried all the way home. While I love spending time with my mom, when I leave, there is a hole, not just because I have to leave her again for a little while but also because I didn't get to spend time with my dad. I miss having breakfast with him, miss him taking me to get crab legs at Bailey's, miss talking to him about work, miss going with him to take Pedro for a ride. It's tough. It is really, really hard.