Parting was a sweet sorrow.
Some goodbyes are the casual "well...have a good life!" kind; others are the cry-your-way-through-airport-security-and-beyond kind.
As wonderful and enriching as travel is, time abroad inevitably forces you to say sad goodbyes made even harder by the realization that you might not return to that place or see that person for a very long time, or in some cases ever again.
Sitting in the airport during a miserable layover in Belgrade, Serbia, I thought of this... Already missing our dear German friends. Thinking of the joy and delight that was Christmastime celebrated with them in their home. Wishing I could better communicate how much I loved each of them and cherished the time we spent together.
I hadn't expected the tears to flood my eyes with such force when we all parted. It was unbidden, undiluted sorrow.
Later I understood the sweetness of it.
I was glad for the sorrow, for I recognized it as a confirmation of truly caring.
Goodbyes can reveal to us how we value those we adore and cherish most. Sorrow at parting is sweetness on our tongues when we are conscious of what we have lost, whether permanently or temporarily, when we realize how someone has changed us, loved us.
I hadn't expected the tears to flood my eyes with such force when we all parted. It was unbidden, undiluted sorrow.
Later I understood the sweetness of it.
I was glad for the sorrow, for I recognized it as a confirmation of truly caring.
Goodbyes can reveal to us how we value those we adore and cherish most. Sorrow at parting is sweetness on our tongues when we are conscious of what we have lost, whether permanently or temporarily, when we realize how someone has changed us, loved us.
I'm always leaving a place with stinging tears. I fell in love with someone that I need to say goodbye to every time we visit each other, and saying goodbye hurts always. Keep your head up. You can always come back!
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Thank you so much Hanna <3 This subject often makes me think of you and the great, great difficulty -- and yet joy! -- of loving and parting. Blessings on you my darling.
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