by Bonnie Pockley
Bidding farewell to those you cherish is difficult. The days that had stretched out before us suddenly seemed too short and gone too quickly. As we waited at the airport for a connecting flight to Auckland, I was aware that it would probably be a little while before Hame and I would be with all of his family again. Travel, with children, is hard. International travel is worse. The frequency and possibility of visitation becomes minimal. The reality of this seemed to arrest us all and hold us captive. No one wanted to say goodbye.