The whole process, of packing, removals, and last goodbyes is odd.
It feels a little like being able to attend your own wake. You’re still able to speak-to and hug people, but there is a finality to it all. That hangs in the balance and clouds the conversations.
Some last words are words of
advice, from me to those I love.
I’m off to meet my future, to
explore my potential with my
family on new shores. I want to know they will do the same in my absence. I want them to know that life is short and there to be lived.
I want them to take any sadness and drive forwards on that. Most of all I want them to know they are loved.