Wednesday, August 5, 2009

On saying good-bye

I drove my mom and dad to the Indianapolis International Airport at 4:30 Monday morning. Me, hater of airport good-byes (all the time, but especially when I'm being left). It must be the ONE thing that doesn't get easier with more practice!!

After I hugged them and watched them enter the security check line, I caught a man blowing a kiss to a woman (also in the line) out of the corner of my eye. As we both turned to walk away, he said to me with tears brimming in his eyes, "It just rips your heart out, doesn't it?" I asked him how long it would be before they would be together again. He said, "Four days!" I hated to one-up him, but I did anyway as I rubbed at my wet eyes and said, "It's a year for me!" We walked out to the parking garage together, learning of each other's circumstances that had brought us to that place. I was glad for the diversion. I believe it kept a potentially ugly cry at bay.

A year! That's nothing! I've said good-bye to my parents more than once before knowing I wouldn't see them for 3 years. I paid for my parking, rolled on "home" (to the T's), and crawled back into bed next to Mark. A year goes by VERY quickly.

P.S. Isn't it marvelous that a man's eyes would well up with tears because he would be separated from his wife for FOUR days???