My mom left last night, one week shy of having been here for two months. She had tears in her eyes as she held and said goodbye to Bryan. Bryan gave her a couple of kisses, not knowing it’d be a while before he’s to see grandma again. He innocently showed off his new-learned skills of “flying kiss goodbyes” as mom entered the security line. But of course, Bryan probably could not grasp what was going on and got distracted at the bypassing flock of flight attendants getting ready to go through security checks for the crew.
By now, mom had cleared the security checks; she turned around one last time, hesitated and looked at Bryan. She smiled. And then she waved her goodbye, hoping Bryan would be able to recognize her tiny body in the fleeting crowd and wave back. And then she turned and dragged her feet en route to her departing gate. What she didn’t see was Bryan finally raised his right hand, gaving her a kiss goodbye and waved.