No good in goodbye.

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

 Okay, I'll admit that a bad goodbye is worse than just a goodbye. But, is there really any good in goodbye?

I didn't get to tell my Mom goodbye. She died suddenly. I wasn't ready to tell her bye anyways. Who ever is? 
And what about Mamaw? My Grandparents in-law? A friend? Oh, the grief of loss is heavy and no one stands in line waiting for it.


A good,  good-bye goes something like this...

With tears in eyes you listen as she musters up the breath to even tell you she loves you. You know she won't be taking many more soon. Her devotion to you lingers on long after you say your truly last goodbye. It is your final, sweet memory of the meekest, most beautiful woman you've ever known.

Or...

With tears in eyes, intense hugs and a look of I know what's  coming you say the word, probably three times, but you don't really want to say it. You want time to just stop so you can savor the moment a bit longer. 

Grateful they are in you life. To survive, you must return to your everyday routine.