This past month has been full of hellos. Hellos to old friends and new family. To new ideas and new traditions. But it's also been full of goodbyes.
My boy lost his friend. Stormy was a comforting presence at night and kept him company whenever he spent time in his room.
After the Anniversary weekend, James went back to New York. It was our second time to gather for coffee in the diner of the airport. And like with MiYoung, we walked James down to the security gate where there were hugs all around and watched until he disappeared through the x-ray machine.
The Korean Contingent was flying standby, and by all appearances, Wednesday was their best chance to get out and home in a timely manner. No one counted on an earthquake and tsunami in Japan, followed by nuclear reactor issues. They had a stopover in Japan. Tuesday night, we gathered for Korean BBQ and to say goodbye as the departure the next day would be very early.
This morning, I got up at quarter of six to let the dog out. I slid the door open and as the dog went through, I heard a big plane pass by overhead, winging its way to Atlanta and carrying our loved ones on their first leg of the journey back to Korea. I quietly said goodbye again, and closed the door.