I really hated to see her go. It was hard for her too. Not only is she saying goodbye to me and her nephews, but also to our mom and dad. Saying goodbye to our dad is probably the hardest because we don't know if he's going to be around, next time, to say hello.
Before I moved them out here, every time mom and dad would leave to go back home, I often thought it may be the last time I would see my dad. At the airport, I would kiss him through my tears and my heart would break. I hate that his road of life, has narrowed to a thin weak line. When we left my sister at the airport today, I knew her heart was breaking. I could feel it as if it were my own.
Goodbyes leave a hole in the fabric of our lives.