The Hardest Part

The hardest part of what we do is saying goodbye. We say goodbye all the time. Goodbye to people in the States. Goodbye to people in Ukraine. Goodbye to people who come on short term teams. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

I am so tired of saying goodbye.

I want to say goodbye to goodbye.

We are supposed to fly out Tuesday evening for London. We'll spend one night in London (actually near the airport) and then fly off to Kiev the following day.

We aren't sure what is going to happen when we get to Kiev this time. Some immigration laws have changed and we aren't sure if or how they are going to affect us. If they do, I'll write about it - for sure, for sure. :) If not, ho hum, all is the same.

It's killing me having to say goodbye again. I hate goodbyes. I will be so glad when I never have to say goodbye again.

Train Stations Are Difficult Places

Yes, train stations are difficult places because we are always saying goodbye to people we love when we go there. Our thoughts and prayers are with you, my dearest Ira. May God open the doors for you. May He make His face shine on you. May He give you peace and safety. May He bring you back to us safely. May He reunite you two soon, very soon! Oh my dear girl, our own "Ukrainian daughter," we are going to miss you so very much!