Dad dropped me off at the Missionary Training Center (MTC) in Provo Utah on Wednesday August 24, 2011. It was like clockwork: They motioned us to a numbered parking sign along the curb. Dad put it in park, opened the trunk; two elders grabbed my three bags and backpack and set them on the sidewalk. I had time to shake his hand, give him a hug and back in the car he drove off. It was a quick farewell.