As I sit here in the Frankfurt Airport, halfway between two worlds that I am increasingly connected to, I find myself pondering goodbyes. Although I have said many goodbyes and hellos throughout the last five months of traveling in India, this last one was more difficult. Yesterday I said goodbye to the Child Haven home in Kaliyampoondi, near Chennai India.
I have spent a good deal of time there over the past five months, as well as the past five years, and the longer I seem to stay, the harder it is to say goodbye. It is especially difficult when one beautiful tiny smiling face after another tells me not to go, to stay just a little longer. But go I must, and so I am.
Although I am sad to be leaving, I am very happy to be seeing my other world again. I am overjoyed to soon be saying hello to my family and friends that I left so long ago.
I must admit that am not very good at goodbyes. I usually rush them and don’t express how much I care about or how much I will miss those that I am leaving. Maybe it’s because I know I will see most people again or maybe I’m simply afraid of showing too much emotion. This last goodbye was better.
I have to remind myself how I lucky I am to know people that are so hard to say goodbye to. I am very fortunate to love and be loved by many.
I will remember the last looks, the final hugs or hand shakes – bittersweet memories to last me until next time.
It is true that every goodbye makes the next hello even better.
Where is the “good” in goodbye? How do you deal with the inevitable departures we must make in this life?
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