A very good friend of mine is about to move — and it’s breaking my heart, in all good ways. I’ll miss her energy but am happy for new beginnings, so much that I want to hop in the truck and share the experience with her. There’s nothing like the stress and thrill of a move.
However, I’ve had my share. It’s her turn. We went out to lunch and she said she couldn’t wait to blast and might not have time to do a goodbye BYOB.
“If there’s something I’ve learned with all of my moves, it is to let people say goodbye. Let them bless you and give you gifts. You may not see some again in this lifetime,” I said. She nodded.
It was a hard earned lesson for me — because goodbyes hurt and I didn’t want to face them. I just wanted to get to the next thing, the next place. There were a few moves with f-you trailing in the wind and others where I brushed off the goodbyes with a “see ya soon”.
I’ve learned to value the connections I make — because they are not easy to come by and life changes, as it will. It may not stave off the pain of separation — even in the age of social media, it doesn’t replace presence — but saying goodbye completes the story.