Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Every time we say Goodbye

Today was a hard day.

I didn't know how much I loved my brother till the moment when we pulled away from the missionary training center in Provo. There are so many words you wish you could say. There are so many moments I tried to squeeze in before he disappeared. To memorize his voice and face just so that I could know that he was there. There was so much I was going to tell him so much I wanted to talk to him about and I had to say Goodbye.

Which are the hardest words to say.


I just hope he's happy.

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