But eventually Sunday morning arrived, and Alex departed for Japan.
Dad had been kind enough to allow Alex to borrow his car, so this morning it was returned, allowing Alex to say goodbye to Mom and Dad. I forgot my camera (had been downloading photos last night), but still had my cell phone's camera. The top photo is good of Dad, while he was a bit blurry in the bottom on. Oops.
At the airport Charles was there (he was also seeing his friend, Joseph, off, who was returning to Groton and the Navy base) to bid his brother goodbye:
Alex's father-in-law made the trek from Mesquite, and the four of us sat in the lobby of the Grand Hyatt there at the airport until it was time for Alex to go through security and head for his gate:
I know I mentioned it a year or two ago, but this statue still strikes me as wholly inappropriate for an airport terminal:
A "good luck" symbol? Is this a suitable message for those taking to the skies?