Saying Goodbye

Last week, my brother Derek left South Africa for the States. He's lived and served here for almost a year and while sometimes it was difficult to work so closely with my little brother, I secretly loved having a part of my family with me.

When I drove him to the airport, I couldn't cry. I've said goodbye to so many people over the years so many times that I feel like I've built up a solid wall of protection against feeling too much when I give that final hug at the gate.

But all week I've felt sad and somehow lonely.

I miss you little, big brother.