It seems like a lifetime ago since Zach and I stepped out of that plane in Cordoba but there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about our old lives in the States.
My friends back home have gone through things that I wish I could have been there for. I have one friend who lost her son in a terrible accident. I have another friend who got remarried and is expecting her first child. I used to ask her teasingly when she would make me an uncle. Now I won’t be there. I sometimes wonder if the choice we made was the right one or if Zach and I would still be together if we had stayed.