Howling at the moon

Two weeks, that’s the time we both have left before you depart. Times seems to go slower than usual and yet I fear the empty nest. Am I losing you all over again. In an instant things changed and I’m not sure if my heart can take it; this time I’m older; gentler and afraid.
A broken heart, I was told could make you ill so why must you go. Why can’t I protect you from the uncertainty of others, Am I strong enough? I know I have the strength to take care of you.
I listen to your breath while you sleep and I smile just looking at you. My little wolf who likes to howl at the moon, how I’ll miss your smile, your first word each morning. Your little arms around my neck, my grandchild who calls me Abú. You’ll never know how many tears have I cried with the thought of missing you.