There can be a certain apprehension about overdue reunions. The kind of apprehension that is rather visceral. Not exactly psychological.
Perhaps it is the mixture of the once-known with the now unknown. Memories vs the realities of what is now. What we experienced with what we needed or wanted. The internal with the external.
The shadows on the cavern wall vs the tangibility of humanity.
Approaching this requires an openess of mind that finds it source in the wells of faith.
Amazing how all things find their meaning in the encounter of persons, and in that way are sacramental.