Dear Spike:
We had a lovely visit with your grandparents this week. When it was over, we all crammed into the car to see them off at the airport. They kissed you and kissed you and kissed you again, and then, finally, turned and walked toward the terminal.
As we drove away, your mother looked out the passenger window and watched them as they gathered up their suitcases in front of a sliding glass door.
“They’re crying,” she said. “They love her so much that they’re crying.”
The depth of love you will feel from all sides of your family will be oceanic. Perhaps you know this already. Or sense it, at least.
I am often saddened when I think of how far we live from everyone in our family. But as I’ve told you before, we are a family that finds family wherever we go. Already, you are finding family here in a growing group of people who know you and love you and would go to the ends of this Earth for you. And I find some consolation in the knowledge that your concepts of “family” and “community” will be little different.
As for those special family members with whom we share blood? We will speak frequently. We will write and exchange photos. As the years and technology allow, we will find new ways to tell each other that we love each other.
And we will wait, eagerly, for our next visit.
Love,
dad
1 comment:
Yes, we were crying. We love you so much that we were crying. We love you all so much, we were crying. It's hard to be so far away. It's hard to not be the answer to your childcare needs. It's hard to know that other people will have to be family to you, but at the same time I'm very thankful for the friends that your mom and dad surround themselves with. I'm thankful for your community-family. None-the-less, every time we leave, we will cry.
love, Grandma L
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