The work I do very much of the time revolves on space shuttle launches, movements, processing etc. in a visual capacity. Lately it has revolved around delays of launches, movements and processing. This keeps me away from my soulmate, best friend, lover, life partner, co-pilot (though she can't drive a stick), wife- also known as BlueBird.
I will say I love what I do, I just do not like to do it 70 hours a week. Lately my weekends have been filled with capturing images, both moving and still, of said shuttle and other misc. yet-to- be-in-space things and not filled with Blue Bird in my arms or by my side. I miss Blue Bird and
it hurts to be away from her all of the time.
Sunday? That is the the day Maya was born sleeping. So those days are hard for me. But really, I blame the effing space shuttle. You see, I was at work the night before that fateful crappy visit to the hospital to find no heart beat. Blue Bird hadn't noticed her moving as much or at least had a feeling she wasnt moving as much. Me I was stuck at work, in the middle of a shuttle launch show, unable to come home and unable to check on Maya And Blue Bird. Would it have made a difference? Probably not. But for forever and ever I will associate shuttle launches with the hard goodbye that we had to say too soon. And missing Maya and BlueBird are the reasons why I hate (I said it this time) them...