I hate goodbyes because it’s final. It’s when we have to let go or move on. It’s when we have to ascend into another sense of living, a chance to be independent – to be yourself in someone else’s life.
Saying goodbye can mean never seeing that person again. Sometimes it’s hard to overcome that fact. It’s hard to get over the fact you won’t see their smile or hear there laugh it hard to know you won’t hear their jokes again or hear their voice of wisdom.
It’s hard everyone knows that but it’s
understanding that these people, the ones who have shown us light in the darkness their in a better place a brighter place. Sometime in the future we will join them and catch up with them like a couple of friends who haven’t seen each other in a while.
“Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than to remember me and cry” – Dr Seuss