Krak, we did this in '06, and the distance was a four hour drive, not the 10,000 miles you'll have facing you. Regardless of the mental preparation leading up to that day, my wife cried for days afterward. I broke into tears several times on the drive home and just about any time I walked into his empty room at home for the next few weeks. I wouldn't try to prevent it. It's a natural sense of loss. You just have to experience it to get through it.
We survived it, even though it hurt.
Now, a year and a half later all that has been replaced with a huge sense of pride in the young man he's grown into. And I'm not talking just about baseball. I'm in awe of the sense of maturity and awareness he has now of the world and his role in it. He still has questions about his future, but he owns them. Our father/son discussions are now man-to-man discussions. It's just different, better, like our relationship has moved onto a different plane. We still talk baseball, but I don't offer much in the way of advice, I just listen and it's another topic for rich discussion. But it's definitely 100% "his gig".
I'm not just a spectator to his college baseball experience, there's a great realization that I'm now a spectator to his life, and I love what I see.
His room is still there. But now it just doesn't look empty to me anymore. Instead it looks like a welcoming beacon for him to stop by for a while and share time with us.
And yes, he has a girlfriend, a wonderful young woman that isn't possessive, is self-assured and self-directed, leaves him alone with his time and space for his love affair with baseball, and values the quality time she gets with him slotted in his busy, busy schedule. She's not a distraction but a supportive backstop to his life. He's lucky to have her in his life.
The BigFella: