A friend of mine, Rachel, asked me to take pictures of her husband leaving. Her request was nice actually; she stated she knew it might be difficult for me emotionally as my husband is still gone. I told her not to worry and that I would be happy to oblige. I met them at the terminal on base early Sunday morning and started snapping away from the distance. Catching pictures of them candidly.
Dale played with his twins, Jacob and Olivia, knowing that in 6 months they will have grown and changed so much. It was interesting to watch the phases of a day as an “outsider” and not the one saying goodbye. At first, they are okay. They both knew what was coming, but the two of them played with Jacob and Olivia to distract themselves and keep the babies happy.
As the time passed, I could see the pain settling in on both of their faces. As I snapped pictures, tears flowed down my cheeks. I knew the pain they were feeling all too well. This was a bittersweet moment; Dales group would be relieving my husband’s. So while goodbye is never easy, it means my husband is coming home soon. Memories of saying goodbye to Brian welled up inside me.
Dale embraced Rachel as they both whispered to each other, kissed each other and kissed their beautiful children. Dale wiped tears away from Rachel’s face and then away from his own. In the same room, there was an airman telling her son that she wanted him to write her every day and have his Daddy mail it to her. It seems unreal, parents having to say goodbye for extended periods of time.
“We need everyone in the terminal we are leaving in 5,” a voice said loudly. Dale looked at Rachel gathered up his bags, he thanked us for coming and being with her, as he knew she needed it. Then we walked to the other room.
They called names one by one (very different than Brian’s they left as a large group). I took more pictures while they held each other, knots building in their stomachs, as it got closer to his spot in the alphabet.
I felt like I was almost intruding on such a personal moment, but knew they wanted these captured. They cried, smiled, whispered and kissed softly soaking in every moment, knowing how long it will be till they can do this again.
As I took pictures of him walking away from her, I knew how she felt. I remember it all to well, wanting to shout, “No don’t go! Don’t leave me here!” knowing that you can’t. I stepped up and held her, as she cried.It is funny my husband has left so many times and I still couldn’t tell you the right thing to say to someone as they watch their spouse leave.
I heard some whimpering from the stroller, and knelt down to see that it was Olivia. I thought to myself they are lucky and unlucky all at the same time. They are lucky that they have no idea what is going on, but that makes them unlucky as well.We walked out of the terminal to watch the buses take the troops to the plane, and waved goodbye as the four buses drove off.
Jackie Dorr is an Army spouse, mother of two, president of the MacDill Enlisted Spouses Club and contributor to Off the Base. Her other entries include: