One More Day

I love how music can take you to a specific time in the past. I was listening to the Tim McGraw radio station on Pandora this morning at work and a song from my past came on and grabbed my heart and tugged. One More Day by Diamond Rio came on and I was instantly taken back to the summer of 2003. I'm pulling out of Anna's parent's driveway, headed back to Indiana, in my 1996 Chevy S-10 just a sobbing mess and One more Day by Diamond Rio comes on the radio. 

A little background to that time in our lives. I had just graduated from St. Joseph's College and Anna had finished her Junior year. She got to go home for only a few days and then was headed off to Kanakuk Kamps where she was a Counselor all summer. She was going to be at Kanakuk until she had to go home for one night and turn back around to go to St. Joe for soccer season and her senior year. I decided I was going to drive to St. Louis after work one day to see Anna then have to turn around and go home the next day because she had to leave for Kamp. I was going to do 14 hours of driving to get to see her for about 12 and most of those would be spent sleeping (in different rooms of different levels of the house.) As the next day rolled around it was time for me to leave and the reality of not getting to see her for the rest of the summer set in and I was crushed. Leaving that day, pulling out of the driveway was one of the most emotionally painful moments of my life. I did not want to leave her and I did not want to go three months before I got to see her again. I sobbed in her driveway saying goodbye to her, then got in my truck and left. Somewhere around I-255 at the J.B. Bridge crossing the Mississippi into Illinois One More Day by Diamond Rio came on. I though my heart had been ripped out of my chest before, that song really did me in. 

I was, and still am, crazy in love with Anna during all this. We hadn't been dating long but I feel hard for her fast so the thought of being away from her that long hurt really bad. We talked that summer when we were able to and I hand wrote her a letter every day so she would have mail to read while she was at Kamp. We, I, made it through the summer but every time I hear that song by Diamond Rio I am instantly taken back to that day in Anna's parent's driveway.