No flowers.
No Ceremony.
No one had died.
No weeping or wailing.
Just in my heart.
I can’t…
But I did anyway,
And nobody knew I couldn’t.
I don’t want to…
But nobody else said they didn’t.
So I put down my panic
And picked up my luggage
And got on the plane.
There was no funeral.
“Mock Funeral” by Alex Graham James
THIS describes so many plane trips in my childhood but mostly the one that took me from the Philippines for the last time to “home” – America.

Some other thoughts I had while reading this book: Military children are certainly classified in the book as “Third Culture Kids”. The chapel could do more to create the “alternate culture” for these kids. I can do more to help my children in this lifestyle.
With the high divorce rates I think more and more children are experiencing many of the things that typically characterized “Third Culture Kids”.
I recommend this book to anyone who grew up as a TCK or to anyone who is a parent of military children. Yes, my copy is well-marked. {G}
1 comment:
Sis: What a great poem! Also describes how Dad/I and no doubt other longterm missionaries feel when they say goodby to their field for the last time. OUCH!
MomT
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