He works on a 2 weeks on, one week off, fly-in, fly-out roster on a barren island off the north-west coast. It's always hard to say goodbye knowing we won't see each other again for a fortnight. I always stay to watch him disappear into the throng of hi-vis shirts and duffel bags at the airport terminal. Very often, he's already in work mode and doesn't turn around or look back. Possibly because it would make it harder for him to leave.
Mid fifties, married thirty years. My husband has sweetly asked me to try to outlive him, because he doesn't want to face life alone.
His odds are pretty good. Both our mothers (still living!) outlived our fathers. And our grandmothers...
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lilbear says,
He works on a 2 weeks on, one week off, fly-in, fly-out roster on a barren island off the north-west coast. It's always hard to say goodbye knowing we won't see each other again for a fortnight. I always stay to watch him disappear into the throng of hi-vis shirts and duffel bags at the airport terminal. Very often, he's already in work mode and doesn't turn around or look back. Possibly because it would make it harder for him to leave.