So everyone copes a little differently. My mom tells me she is dying. I nod, understanding and suggest that we all deal with our sadness in Las Vegas. They think I am kidding. I am serious. Dead serious. Now there is a method to my madness. My mom loves Las Vegas. She has taken me and my husband there several times. All my life, all I ever wanted to do was to return the favor. Now, time is short to do so.
So after much verbal haranguing and cajoling, today we leave. We are all checked in and proceeding to the gate. We hear what, at first we think is laughter. We slowly realize that we are not hearing laughter, but crying.
There is a young woman, at the check in counter, just crying. Loudly. Shaking, sniffling, tears are flowing. Crying. Most just stare. I know that whatever is causing such torment, can’t have anything to do with me. But I approach her anyway and I ask “Is there anything that I can do to help?”
She shakes her head and responds something about a change in policy that will not let her have her boarding pass and she need to get to Portland. She just needs to be with her family right now.
Well, I am not the kind of person that can hug a total stranger in an airport, but if I were I would have. But there was nothing I could do. So I stood there awkwardly until she was called to the counter where a trained professional could assist far more than I.
I wandered off. This woman was projecting on the outside what I feel on the inside. I, at times just want to cry. Sometimes I do, but not nearly so openly. Most around me can’t do anything but awkwardly stand around until I am done and then wander off.
I just want to be with my family right now as well. And I am, right now. This is like being on a roller coaster moving in slow motion.