Once Again

We had to say goodbye again. This time it was some of our own. For most of the crew life seems to move on just as it did before, but for those of us who do more than roam these hallways, the absence is felt. We miss her smile and her joyous laughter that filled these halls with a sense of joy. When I return to my room at the end of the day this absence is only felt greater. The four of us that called this 15 by 10 foot space home have now become two. I will admit I do appreciate the extra room, but there is an emptiness. These are just the beginning, a mere taste of the great exodus that is to come. Before the end of our time here in Sierra Leone we shall lose 200 more, half the crew. It’s something strange to lose those you have grown close to so often. I mentioned once before that this ship is alive, and like all life it changes, evolves if you will. This constant shifting has given me a strange realization, given that most of my life has been one chaotic change after the other. Change sucks