Wednesday, June 2, 2010
It's All In the Goodbye
I've never been very good at goodbyes. When my parents would take me to the airport after Christmas break in college, they would stand outside security waving until they couldn't see me anymore and I would cry the entire walk to my gate.
This weekend after a few, fun days with my sister and her family, we had to say goodbye, which is actually a pretty normal thing for us. We've lived apart for a while now, so we've always just had a of couple days here and there, but this time felt so different. They are moving Cali in just a week or two, and I suppose that was that last time we'll see them until Christmas...maybe.
It was no surprise to me that when her little girls hugged me goodbye, I totally lost it, like couldn't gain my composure lost it, and then my sister cried, which she never does, so I cried some more.
I hate goodbye...parting is such sweet sorrow.
My theory is that, which I've mentioned before, if we lived near those people that we love so much, and saw them every day, the times we spent with them wouldn't be nearly as special. At least that is what I tell myself to make me feel better when I am forced to endure another sad goodbye with the ones I love.