Hello! It’s Friday, so here’s the five minute Friday post which is linked up to Gypsy Mama. You can hope over to her blog here.
For those of you who don’t know… here is the idea:
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.Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt- no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
This week’s topic is “Goodbye”
Here it goes… START
“Goodbye” isn’t something you can learn It’s not something you can practice until it becomes easy, it’s not something that becomes more natural the more you do it.
Goodbye is tough.
Goodbye is heart wrenching.
Goodbye is messy.
Goodbye is unnatural.
I’ve never found an easy way to say goodbye. From ending a conversation with an acquaintance you’ll see in a few hours, to kissing the wooden coffin of a dearly loved friend. It’s always hard to say goodbye. There’s an awkwardness in goodbyes, there’s a sadness in goodbyes. It feels as though they were never intended to be. We were meant to live in community, with God, with each other, for ever, for eternity.
Yet goodbye is a part of life, and one that must be accepted. So as it has featured heavily in my life I find myself well accustomed to the motions of it. Not to drag it out, not to dwell. To enjoy every last moment, to create as many memories as possible, to squeeze out every ounce of joy, before the time comes. And then to quickly and simply say “goodbye”, to let go, and to walk on.
I always hope that a goodbye is never really a goodbye, just a farewell.
But my friends, be assured, that even if our goodbye is really a goodbye, you’ll always be in my heart.
What are your thoughts and reactions to goodbye? What springs to your mind when you hear that word?
You hope they’ll never come.
You try to push them away,
hide them in a dark corner,
ignore them hanging on your calendar,
but they still come, every year, right on time, unstoppable, unrelenting, unfading. They come.
You’re forced to be still, to let them wash over you, let their memories haunt you once more.
They always let you know they’ve come.
You write in their space on the calendar,
fill the page of the diary,
have it splashed across your phone,
forced to speak it out,
“January 17”, “April 18”, “August 5”, “October 17”, “October 28”, “November 30″………
Too many dates, too many days, to hide away, to ignore.
They stare you in the face,
Unwillingly you look back at them,
They show you the scenes, play you the sounds, give you the taste, stir up the emotions, of that one day, one year ago, two years ago, ten years ago. Never matter how long, they’re all still there.
And you remember.
The sun begins to set and you sigh. You’ve made it through, another year, another one of those dates, and it’s 364 days till you have to yield to it’s relentless visiting once more.
One day, just one day…. but the date lives on forever.
I’ve lost my words…
Goodbye doesn’t seem enough, yet it also seems far too much. Yet no other word seems to fit, I could write all day, and still it would all boil down to that one word. Goodbye.
So, until we meet again my special people, until I walk on your soil once more… Goodbye.