Partings and goodbyes

So, the goodbyes start, and they come in waves. It’s impossible to see everyone at once and nor would you want to.

Even those family members you may have had issue with, or found hard work are still a part of you. A part of your identity and childhood and life even if small or diminished now in adulthood. It’s bittersweet, and when all words or communication fails all you really want to say, one last time is, “I love you”.

There’s a realisation with older folk that this goodbye could be the last.

This is always the way though, every time you part with someone. You cannot let that realisation rule your destiny but rather let it inform how you treat people when they’re there.