It's one thing for us to say goodbye in grief. Heart wrenching, all encompassing pain washes over us when saying that word to someone who's left us - both in old age and in youth - earlier than we expected.
Life is a continuum of cycles, and birth and death are a part of that process, regardless of how difficult it may be.
Some may disagree with me, but I think saying goodbye to the living is an even harder task.
When we close doors on a relationship, we finish a chapter on an experience. We say goodbye to a moment that brought us camaraderie, comfort, joy.
We say goodbye to someone who likely made us a better person.
The act of saying goodbye to someone we care about is made more difficult because we know they still experience, they still think, they still dream out there somewhere in the universe, and yet we are not a part of those experiences, thoughts and dreams.
It's hard to say goodbye to someone who we believe we'll never see again.
And that reality has a way of making us feel woefully alone.
Rather than wallow in the grief of goodbye, I do my best to pull up my britches, rely on my strong bonds of support, and dream of the future.
The future says hello.
Hello to new opportunity. Hello to relationships yet to be forged. Hello to adventure and experience and new depth and the promise of a gilded future.
Hello only happens with goodbye.
I'm ready.
Kate's Random Musings by Kate the Great is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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