As we were leaving Okinawa, I was struck by this image of an airport worker who bowed to the airplane, and then waved goodbye. It transported me back to the year my father died, when I had to stop going to high school and we had to leave the company house and return to the mainland where we had no place to live, no job, no school. Then, we had my father's ashes with us. 40 years later, we leave with my mother's. Farewell again, Okinawa. Thank you for 14 years of memories. I hope to return again some day.
What a journey you have shared with us. Thank you. It has been fascinating and interesting and clearly very meaningful for you. I hope you are able to return again before too long.
