One of the worst things about being a traveling nomad is saying Good-bye. If you have spent anytime in a place, you have undoubtedly made friends and become comfortable there; you have come to call it home. But if you spend a week or even a month, you may not have this problem.
J.M. Barrie, as Peter Pan, said, “Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” How can you forget if you’ve had a positive experience where you’ve been? You won’t forget. You are what you’ve been. Your history goes with you. I think the RVers have a good attitude about leaving. They never say good-bye; they say, “See you down the road”.
In my own experience, I grieve for those I’ve left behind. This is probably due to the fact I haven’t forgotten them. I have taken them with me. Life is an accumulation of our past relationships. You come to realize what you’ve had, what you’ve lost, and what you’ve taken for granted. If we didn’t care, we wouldn’t find it hard. Winnie-the-Pooh said, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”.
If you must say good-bye, there is some good to come from those words: you will discover a new hello. Saying farewell to close friends only means, when you meet again, the friendship is still there; it had only been put on hold for awhile.
I find myself reflecting on the musical Evita by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice when the star sings, “Don’t cry for me, Argentina/The truth is I never left you”. Each of us will have bright days ahead. Instead of good-bye, you might say “’til we meet again”.
Fact: There’s never a right time to say good-bye. So don’t.
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