The hardest bit is over...
Music: Kerrang Radio
Wow, was yesterday afternoon awkward... Caz arrived with my bro and no-one had a clue what to say and didn't want to ask any question so we all sat there occasionally spewing forth some inane babble about what happened to be on the TV or how nice it was out. Gah!!!!! In any event they didn't stay very long and you could feel the tension seep out of everyone as they got up to leave. It was pretty sad, I couldn't help but give her a huge hug and wish her a safe journey and mum, well she lasted to the door before she cracked and bawled her eyes out.
She left at midday and my brother stood there until the plane took off (I only know this because mum phoned him to make sure he was ok and wouldn't get himself killed driving home all upset). It still seems to be that this break is for 6 months but now that she is gone he has been talking about following her out there for maybe a while, 6 months or a year. If it's something he wants to do, maybe he should so he'll never regret that he didn't but there's a bigger part of me doesn't want him to set himself up for another, harder, fall.