Tears in the wind

I find as I sit here and write the last blog I may write for a while that as a new wind blows about it is filled with tears. I am finishing my laundry now as I type, packing the last of my things, and getting ready to leave for a 5 am trip to the airport where I am taking to the winds and going home. Yet the wind is filled with tears. My father is already in tears because I am leaving. No matter how many times I tell him I will return. No matter how happy I am, nor the fact that I am returning to a wonderful man who loves me and I love him. My father still sits in his room in tears. I find myself confused about it and hurt at the same time. I am confused because all four of my brothers have left for distances farther then I travel. Three out of the four are still gone. When my brothers return to my parent’s home to visit, my father doesn’t shed a tear over them returning to their homes. Yet when the time comes for me to leave his tears won’t stop. Is it because I am the only girl, because I am daddy’s little girl? Are the tears because he doesn’t want me to leave? Are they falling because he feels that I shouldn’t go? I am an adult I need to live my life. I have made a home with a wonderful man and I long to return to it. I may be his little girl but that doesn’t mean that I won’t come and visit again. Can’t I be his little girl while I am in the place with the person I long to be with? Can’t he see that I am happy? A time that was filled with joy and excitement for me is turning into a time of trial and hurt. I hate making my dad cry but at the same time I long to go home, I long to be in the arms of an amazing man who holds my heart. Maybe I am wrong for leaving, yet how can I be wrong if that is where my heart is? All I know is I am going home, but I will come back to visit. I will still call and email. The pictures will still be sent. Nothing is changing other then I am going home. If that makes me a bad person then I am sorry. I never wanted the tears to blow in the wind..