Ours was not the “rip the Band-Aid off quick so it doesn’t
hurt” type. Ours was the American woman standing just outside airport security
balling her eyes out. Ours was the Colombian boy standing just inside airport
security balling his eyes out, needing to be consoled. The your makeup’s
running and you don’t care borderline “ugly cry” kind. The “I don’t know if I’ll
ever see you again” type.
Ours was the keep catching each other’s eye to the last
possible second kind. The try to smile through your tears type. The one last
kiss kind. The type where you can’t leave the airport a second too early
because you might miss your last chance to see them in real life kind. And you
don’t know if you’ll ever see them in real life again…
Today I took our sweet little boy to the airport to fly back
to Colombia. And ours was the messy goodbye...
I just cried reading this. I am still crying. I miss that sweet little boy so much.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your support, friend. It's good to know I'm not alone in this loss.
DeleteProbably the best experience of Jean's life. Forever he'll remember those weeks and his time with you and it will be his definition of love.
ReplyDeleteI do hope so. I hope it makes and eternal difference.
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