As I stood at the airport waiting for my bags to appear, I spotted a congregation of anxious banner-bearing people. I watched the group as they scanned the arrivals who were descending the escalator. Hope and pride filled their eyes. They were still...until...someone spotted the one they had been waiting for. Tears welled up and their feet began to shuffle. They moved toward the escalator until-finally-they could wrap the loved one in their arms, encircling him with love.
I felt like an intruder watching this intimate family moment, yet I couldn't turn my tear-filled eyes.
What is more important than those we love?
My heart swelled as I watched these tender family reunions, thinking of another one in the (hopefully) distant future.
What will it be like to die? To be the one entering a room full of loved ones who have been waiting for you? Grandparents, aunts, uncles, ancestors we haven't even known in this life. I believe they'll be waiting, shuffling their feet and wiping at their eyes.
That's why I do what I do. Being with my family forever is the most important thing to me.