He’s Home
Brandon arrived on Thursday. I had been sitting in a small eatery where I could see the gate. I was thinking about what I would do if his plane came in early. I think about stuff like that, no idea why. Anyway, I’m sitting there looking for the top of his head the way I always do when waiting for him to return home, I looked up and DAMN! I froze for a moment because he is so much thinner than the last time I saw him in person that I questioned myself. It was definitely his head but his face looked gaunt. After that moment, which is now burned into my memory, passed I grabbed my cup and paper, threw it in the trash as I ran by and out onto the concourse where he proceeded to side step me. I was in shock. There were so many emotions and thoughts running through my head I didn’t know how to react. I couldn’t believe he would run from me, he looked so different (thank God your head shape doesn’t change), the feeling of loss, the relief that my son was in deed still a real, living and breathing, person and he is home. I don’t think I would have made such a spectacle and embarrassed him had he responded to my excitement and relief. I was embarassed and felt a loss of dignity due to the reception.
Lost face fades away as I walk passed his closed door I place my hand on it as I have so many times before and I am so thankful he is home and for that moment safe. And I feel peace.
4 years ago • Notes