A meaningful goodbye at Polambato Port

Hi lovely Hivers, family, and friends community this story begins with a reunion we waited 18 years for and a goodbye we were not ready to face. Some journeys are short, but their meaning is deep. This is the story of our trip to Polambato Port, where we escorted our relatives from Leyte Grandfather Adie, Uncle Renz, and Jhonlloyd as they returned home. It was only a few hours of travel, but it carried emotions built from years of distance and love.

After 18 years, we finally got the chance to be together again. At first, it felt unreal. Faces had changed, voices sounded older, but the warmth was still there. It did not take long before laughter filled the house. Stories from the past mixed with stories of the present. Every meal felt special, and every moment mattered.
We were only together for four days, but those days felt full. We talked late into the night, shared simple joys, and made memories that felt like answers to all those years of waiting. It reminded me that time cannot break family bonds it only tests them.

The day we traveled to Polambato Port felt different. Everyone knew it was goodbye day. The road felt longer, and the mood inside the vehicle was quiet. No one wanted to rush. No one wanted to talk too much. We were all holding on to the moment.

When we reached the port, we noticed areas that were affected by the earthquake last month. Some structures still showed signs of damage and repair. It was a clear reminder of how fragile places can be. Yet at the same time, the port was alive.
Despite the damage, Polambato Port continued to operate. Boats were moving, workers were busy, and people continued their journeys. Seeing that gave me a sense of hope. Even after hardship, life finds a way to continue.

Watching the port remain strong despite the earthquake made me reflect. Life does not stop after challenges. People rebuild. Families reconnect. Love continues. Polambato Port became more than just a departure point. It became a symbol of resilience. Just like the port, our family had been separated for a long time, yet we stood strong when we finally came together. We stood near the water, took photos, shared hugs and smiled even when our hearts felt heavy. Saying goodbye to Grandfather Adie, Uncle Renz, and Jhonlloyd was not easy. There were no long speeches, only simple words, tight embraces, and quiet prayers for safe travels.

Four days may sound short, but after 18 years, those four days meant everything. They reminded us that family time does not need to be long to be meaningful. What matters is being present and grateful. This experience taught me to value every moment with family. We never know when the next reunion will be, so we must cherish the time we are given.

As their boat slowly moved away, sadness and gratitude filled my heart. Sadness because goodbyes are painful. Gratitude because we were given the chance to reconnect after so many years.
This story ends at Polambato Port, but the love, memories, and strength we shared will continue far beyond that shoreline.