I took my mom to the airport early this morning. I have to say, watching my mom cry is one of the hardest things for me to see. She rarely shows emotion and we barely embrace but today I held her and I didn't want to let go. I cried the entire way home, on the airtrain, the subway, walking through Queens, and in bed, until I exhausted myself and fell asleep.
My friends, today you've been so good to me. Your calls, texts, and emails with encouraging and comforting words have helped dry the tears. I am blessed to know I still have family here.