You resign yourself to the fact that you will miss out on significant events when making the decision to leave home and conquer the world.

Inevitable that you won’t see the baby bump growing or hold your friends little girl in the flesh. I guess that’s why I emotionally detach myself, to make it easier to deal with not seeing peoples faces or hugging your family. But its when the events are not so happy that it really hurts the most. The things that are intangible and unable to be helped, no matter where on earth you are. Made even harder when the person it is happening to hasn’t even told you...

Encouraging words cannot be offered. Smiling faces cannot ease the pain. Sentiments that you want to give come across as unnecessary and final when the reasons are a secret. All to save face.