I'm sitting at the airport watching people in the last minutes before their loved ones arrive or depart.
A woman is running in circles trying to gather family members together for a 1. When the final moment comes before 2, she wraps her arms around her son, giving him a 3 hug that should protect him until she 4.
I sit with a book in my hands, waiting for my turn to leave, 5 because the ones I love have a different 6 from mine.
I think of other departures and arrivals. I 7 seeing my daughter. I wrapped myself around her as if she'd been 8. That year she was in her first year at university, coming home for the first time.
Today my flight is two hours late. When my flight is 9 called 
I gather my book and luggage. 10 there is no one to see me off, I do not 11 to see where I have come from. 12, I think of my husband at work 13 if I have left yet.
As I head towards the plane, I find myself 14 yet another arrival and departure. That year, my 91-year-old grandfather died. After returning from his funeral, I arrived at the airport 15. My husband of only a year was waiting at the gate to take me in his arms. Because of my tears, 16 was looking at us, but I didn't 17.
Life needs the important 18 all the time. I wish that all the people who went on a 19 could come back to find someone 20 them. I also wish they could leave with someone to see them off.
