Real Hard

It was hard. Real hard. Today I had to watch my family disappear into the crowd while I stood at the "only passengers allowed beyond this point" gate, tears streaming down my face, trying to hold my sobs in. I watched my mom, dad, brother and sister, turn around every few steps, standing on tip toes to see me one last time as we waved our special “I love you” sign. I couldn’t pull myself away from the glass. I couldn’t walk away. I cried harder and harder every time I caught what I thought would be the last glimpse of them. Their nearly 3 week visit to my home in South Africa was now fading into the streams of people flowing through airport customs. It was hard. Real hard. I miss them so much already.