"Let's not unman each other - part at once; All farewells should be sudden, when forever, Else they make an eternity of moments, And clog the last sad sands of life with tears." -Lord Byron,
an advocate for Irish good-byes if ever I met one.
Good-byes are hard. But they can be hopeful. Hope in others' future, that good karma is coming their way, that you have left them full of understanding of your feelings for them and that this might buoy them up to the heights you foresee them reaching. Good-byes are, in fact, a great opportunity to plumb a depth and breadth in a friendship or relationship that would otherwise always be skated over.
No, thankfully, I have no good-byes to say to anyone at present. I'm just thinking of a few friends dealing with them, and perhaps of my cities, Arlington and Washington. Winds in the east... something is brewing. That kind of thing.
|Gerard Bryne. A country road, a tree, evening: Cruagh, on the road between Kilakee and Tibradden, Dublin Mountains, 2006. Fuji crystal archive print. Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden.|