I am having a much harder time than I anticipated, not being at our annual Leader's Summit in Portugal. Troy is there, and a few of our elders as well. There were good reasons for me not going (financial, the fact that our kids didn't have school, and wanting them to have some consistency and normalcy amidst all the transition, to name a few.)
But now that it's here, I am so sad I'm not there. I wish that I had tried to make it work out, to take the kids with us, or something. I don't know. I know it's another part of the grieving.