Today I experienced the other side for the first time. Normally, I am the one getting dropped off at the airport to begin some epic journey to the other side of the country or the other side of the world. This afternoon, it was different. I dropped my roommate off at Wilkes-Barre/Scranton International Airport and bid farewell from the entrance side of the security line. Weird.
Having traveled and flown extensively, goodbyes are nothing new to me, but waiting on the entrance side of security was a first I think. The process wasn't anything new - I mean, I did the whole deal - I drove to the airport, dropped her off, parked the car, and came back in to find her and wait with her for her flight. What was strange was being on the other side of the process the whole time. I stayed, she left.
After parking the car I had planned on waiting with her for her flight, but that opportunity was completely cut-off due to a flight delay and quick itinerary change. Her new plane was already boarding when she checked in which meant that we had to go right to security and say our farewells. I gave her a hug, wished her a joyous Thanksgiving break and watched her go through security. Off with the shoes and coat, computer out, boarding pass in hand, through the metal detector. I've done it a thousand times and I could do it in my sleep, but today I watched it. So bizarre.
While the other side may be new to me, the feelings are not. Those are the same. I still feel a sense of loss, though the parting will only last for two-weeks. My thoughts have still drifted to countless goodbyes already said, and I have even imagined the goodbyes to come, namely at graduation. Truthfully, I miss my roommate already, and I hate the thought of our immanent parting at the end of next semester.
So, as I found myself driving back from the airport, alone with my thoughts, I marveled at the unfamiliar familiarity. It was such a paradox. So second nature, and so new at the same time. Normally alone in a plane, now alone in a car. Normally saddened by the parting, still saddened by the parting.
In such situations I cannot help but remember something my roommate told me once. I don't remember her exact words, but I will paraphrase:
We were not meant for goodbyes. When God created us, He did not intend for there to be such separation. It is unnatural, and that is why it grieves us. And - praise the Lord - one glorious day we will no longer have to say goodbye but will be reunited for ever, every believer in the presence of our gracious Savior.
With such thoughts ringing in my ears, it is impossible not to be comforted. I will see her, and every precious believer I have parted with, on the other side.Labels: every day life, reflections