It's Friday again. Can I get an Amen? Today I join The Gypsy Mama to write for five minutes on her weekly prompt. No editing or rewriting allowed. Click on the link to her site if you want to try it, too. The prompt this week is "Good-bye".
When my baby sister was crying her head off, it hit me. I would forever be saying good-bye from now on. Missing someone no matter where I was. I was twenty-one and leaving for Colorado. It was only four months, but to a five-year-old I guess that seems like forever. And in some ways it was. I tried to comfort her by telling her I'd be back, but somehow I saw that when I got back I would be missing the people who'd become part of me while I was gone. I couldn't have imagined how accurate my prediction was. Coming home was like tearing my heart away from a new life. The most painful good-bye I've faced yet.
Now the good-byes are more bearable. Or perhaps I've been anesthetized and I don't feel the pain as keenly. Saying good-bye to my brothers when we head back to our far-flung homes with our little families. It's like a bittersweet pulling apart . . . and in a few minutes I can let it go and immerse myself in the life I love with my husband and kids. But I know there will be a day when these little pieces of my heart will be far-flung themselves. And those may be the hardest good-byes of all.
As I came to the close, I realized the hardest good-byes are the ones that seem permanent, at the end of a life. But no time to address that. Perhaps another day. Have a great weekend everybody!