It looks like Debbie isn't going to be home for Christmas. The flight out of Halifax was delayed then cancelled then reinstated then delayed - and so on and so on. Debbie was so tired after being at the airport since Sunday evening that she could almost not string 2 words together on the iChat.
She asked us to tell her what to do. How do you tell your child - she will always be my child no matter how old she is - that she should go back to her place in Halifax and stay there for Christmas? We want her here. She wants to be here. But oh, she was so upset and so distraught that we had to tell her to go to back to her room and sleep.
I know the friends she has made in Halifax won't let her be alone on Christmas Day. In fact, I suspect they'll be fighting to see who gets her at their house. That makes it slightly easier to bear - but only slightly!
Part of me is still hoping that she'll be here but the sensible part of me - no matter how small that is - is telling me she won't be here. It's going to be so hard for all of us.
LJ - I don't have your e-mail address so I hope you read this!