In one my favorite movies, “Dumb and Dumber,” where Jim Carrey plays an incompetent limo driver named Lloyd Christmas, he hugs one of his customers at the airport and with great passion and sadness, chokes out, “I hate goodbyes!” Of course the hilarity comes from the fact that he only met her minutes earlier when he picked her up. If by some tragedy you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favor and go pick it up from the $5.00 movie bin at Wal-Mart.
With family in opposite corners of America – mine in Washington and Micah’s in Texas – we have become quite accustomed with this quote. The airport is a familiar place. We know the best shoes to wear through security, we come ready with airplane games, and we can detect a tantrum throwing child from a mile away – no offense friends with kids, I’m sure we’ll have one someday too! 🙂
Just this last week, I hugged my mom at SeaTac airport after a short Thanksgiving trip to the great Northwest. A couple of hugs and a quick kiss on the cheek were exchanged, but few words. We both knew what each other was thinking …“I hate goodbyes.”
Micah knows the drill by now. Get her inside, hold her hand and just let her cry. Once we get to the gate, he always gently reminds me that it is a good sign that I am crying. It simply means I love the people I am leaving, I had a good time and I will actually want to come back.
It makes me wonder if there are people who love goodbyes. Pack up my bag, don’t bother to get out for a hug, and allow me to wave as I sprint to the airplane to get outta here! Maybe that is the experience for some, but not for me.
Micah and I are back at home in Texas now; our suitcases are unpacked and we’ve fallen into our normal routine. I do hate goodbyes, but it is because I love the people I am saying goodbye to so much.
Looking forward to hellos!