You see, I know how awesome it is that he's going on a mission, bringing people to the gospel and serving the Lord. That is AMAZING! But I'm also really sad that I'm flying solo for 2 years. I'm sad I have no one to look at with that look and know exactly what the other person is thinking. I'm missing my "people are annoying, I can only hang out with you or I'll punch someone" friend. I've already written him two letters.
Six months ago, I would have told you I was glad he was leaving. He bugged me like no other. He drove me crazy. And his friends. His friends. I would have given anything to get rid of his friends... :) But then he got his call. And I realized he was leaving for two years. The kid who helped me with my technology issues, snuck into my room for late night conversations, told me I would do awesome with my tryouts and was generally there for support (generally) was leaving.
We went out for lunch before we dropped him off. He wanted Thai food. I almost started crying in the restaurant. I almost cried in the car on the way to the MTC. I cried when he opened his door. I told myself "it's not going to help if he sees me crying, so I'll just stay in the car." That thought lasted for two seconds until I jumped out of the car and ran for a good bear hug. I turned around and got back in the car, trying not to bawl. That's what my parents would be doing, and I couldn't be like my parents... But I cried. And that was the quietest car ride I have ever been in.
But I have no doubt in my mind that that boy is going to be one heck of a missionary. People will be desperate to be baptized when he teaches them of the gospel and he'll touch so many lives with his love and light.
So here's to you bro, do me proud. And don't get used to me being all nice and stuff, it's weird.