My brother is gone, it's always hard to say good bye. We had a good time, and it's actually the first time in over 15 years that we spend this much time together. He was 15 when I left Costa Rica, and I usually don't see him much when we're there since he's always working or studying. The good news is that in 2 years when he's done with surgery, he plans on coming here, hopefully.
I was thinking today about the huge difference that technology has made. Today I get to see my parents on the computer, my mom calls me whenever she wants on my cell, it really makes us feel like we're not really that far away. Every time I start feeling sorry for myself about being so far from home I think about the missionaries back years ago that didn't have any way of communicating with their loved ones but letters that took even months to reach them and didn't even see them for years. Then I feel better and actually feel very fortunate to be able to see my family as often as I do. But still, it always hurts to say good bye.
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