Maybe

I sat in the tiny airplane bathroom and let the tears come unbidden. I don’t know why they picked that moment to surface but they had been welling in my eyes for a while and I had no desire to fight them back – not this time.

Maybe it was being in three countries in less than 24 hours and not sure which one needed me there most.

Maybe it was losing a friend last week, maybe it was finding another had passed too.

Maybe it was learning that the tumors are something you only think you are free of, until they decide to show themselves again.

Maybe it was meeting an old friend for the first time; familiar and yet foreign.

Maybe it was the fear that you can’t keep your children safe from everything and you may not always be there to protect them.

Maybe it was feeling too old, maybe it was feeling far too young.