Through my handful of years (ok..not so much a handful as slightly more than two hands and two feet in "child counting") on this funny little mottled planet I have said a great deal of goodbyes. I have said adios to countries, states, houses, plush toys, loved ones and jewelry unfortunately lost in the lining of bags far too large for any one woman to tote on a regular basis.
On reminiscence of these goodbyes (spurred by a profoundly heart wrenching yet emotionally solidifying and determination-inducing trip to Sydney's Kingsford-Smith International terminal today to bid farewell for an indefinite period of time to the person I have loved most in this world) I find that most of them are actually "au revoir"'s or, colloquially, "until next time"'s.
Aside from those who have died (who I imagine will come to pertinence of my sentiments when I, too finally move on from this earth) most of the things to whom I have bid a fond (or sometimes, less than fond) adieu have come back into my life at one time or another (see "Seattle Soiree" installments for a recent example) and have either lost their lustre or conversely, gained an unforeseen and truly majestic glow.
I don't believe that we should fear goodbyes; what are they but a decided step into the unknown? As much as it seems human nature to fear the things we have not yet experienced perhaps if we looked on "goodbye" as "see you soon and I can't wait to hear about all the fun things you do between now and then!" that little 7 lettered piece of the English vernacular wouldn't be so daunting. It may even become synonymous with "beginning" and therefore, "hello".
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