A neccessary pain

Yesterday I watched my beloved Silvara walk through the departure gates at terminal 4 of Heathrow airport. It was the single most difficult moment of my life. I know full well that she will be back in a few months, but still I broke down. I felt totally helpless. I wanted so very desperately to be with her. I will find strength the likes of which has not been known. I will stand tall and do everything I possibly can to get my beautiful wife back as quickly as possible.Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy that she's been able to stay with such a great friend as Duchess, but I miss her so terribly it's extremely difficult to think straight. I can't shake the memory of her walking through that door with the immigration officer and vanishing into the crowd. But then, as well as that, I keep thinking of all the wonderful glances and gentle kisses as we were driven there by my old friend Steve, the feel of her hand in mine, her laughter as we joked the same as we always have done.That's the thing- every time I feel down, wherever I am, I just have to think of one of the MANY beautiful moments we have shared.believe me, there's many more to come.I love you Silvara. I'll see you soon my darling.Andy xxxxxxx