Goodbyes are ever so hard . . .
I can remember my parents
coming to visit from time
to time when we lived in
Olde Mexico.
So enjoyed their few visits,
but the goodbyes were the
hardest. I would stand there,
waving as they departed
with tears streaming down
my face. And now, they are
gone forever.
I find the visits from my old
friends from my home town
absolutely wonderful. Alas,
they too, must depart in a
timely fashion. Maybe I no
longer shed tears, but I do
wish they could stay longer.
Our amazing friends down
the street see us often, but
they have lives of their own.
Work to do, errands to run,
gardening prep, and they
enjoy each other's company
which is phenomenal.
I'm always surprised when
they leave, just how much
I'm missing them already.
My thoughts are that this is
just as it should be. I have
heard people say, "My God,
I thought they would never
leave." Such a sad dictamen!
Missing my kids as ever . . .
seems once a month visit
and once a week telephone
call just isn't enough. Glad
we love each other enough
to indeed miss!
Who knew?!
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