I'm saying good-bye too, even though son is not home

He got to the airport, checked in, told them the situation, and they told him he could not fly so soon after surgery. Who has such horrible luck? He's at the Courtyard Marriott near the St. Louis, MO airport, living off of my s/o's credit card. I told him no *****r alcohol. I should probably tell him no hookers either. Should be cleared to fly tomorrow.

I had a bad night because my head went places it had no business going. I was worried about Greg's physical condition as well as mental status. He has a history of depression, and is in the possession of insulin and a bottle of Vicodin, alone, 800+ miles from home. "What ifs" and "Should haves" kept me awake all night. I prayed a lot, cried a lot, texted him a few times, and pretty much tortured myself unnecessarily. He texted me this morning: "I'm safe. Sleeping."

God, give me strength.  Thanks, IL, for your prayers and support.