Tears had already been shed on this beautiful Sunday morning, when sharing in the grief of losing our neighbor, Mary, 89, who had passed away in the early hours.
So we weren’t exactly far from more tears most of the day as the time drew near to take our friends and neighbors, K~ and A~, to the airport.
At the terminal we hugged and cried and expressed our love for each other once more, and said goodbye.
Sitting there at the bar, contemplating, my tears fell again.
Then I noticed our daughter M~, 5, looking at me. I don’t think she’d ever see me cry before. And I don’t think I’d ever seen such a heartbreaking look of sadness on her face as she felt my sadness.
So there we went, in this circle of tears, and the most comforting embrace you could possibly imagine.