My family left this morning. Even now as I write this, I feel the tears rushing to my eyes again. It was such an exciting and busy week preparing for them, knowing I was about to share my life with them, some of whom haven’t been here yet. And in the middle of Saturday afternoon, surrounded by the familiar beautiful faces of the family that I love, I was struck with a pang of sadness, knowing that it was coming to an end.
In a flurry this morning, they packed up their scattered belongings and loaded the van. We took pictures, shared a round of hugs and tramped down the hallways of our building, just like we had all weekend, with lots of talking and laughter. Ben, the boys and I stood outside and watched them pile in, my beloved grandparents, my sweet mom and stepdad, my sister and nephew, my cousin. We blew kisses, we waved and just as quickly as they had come, they were gone.
We returned to our empty quiet apartment that only moments before had held such love and such life and Ben held me when I broke. Tears of sadness and homesickness trailed down my face that, for a moment, overshadowed the joy of the past 2 days. It always happens this way but more so lately. I miss my mom, my best friend. The quiet strength and love of my stepdad. The teasing laughter and steady love of my grandpa, the sweet loving spirit of my grandma. My ornery lovable nephew, my strong beautiful sister. And my cousin who is my lifelong friend and full of grace.