Don't Say 'Goodbye', Just Say 'So Long'
Recently, I have found myself saying goodbye to a lot of people. My family, grandma, uncle, and friends, but the goodbye that has probably affected me the most was that to my brother as he went off to university for the first time yesterday. This sadness stems not so much from the my departure from him, which has happened many a time, but from his departure from me. This time, it was me waving him off as he started a new adventure, not the other way around. Not to mention that this is a boy who has never lived away from home, and although he is very independent, he has relied on our house, our town, and our family for support until this day.
Now, don't get me wrong - I was overjoyed to relive my first university days through his eyes, and it is the absolute best thing for him in terms of character growth and independence, but this logical understanding does not stop me from feeling empty at the thought of him growing up without me around to witness it. I was watching a few home videos with my dad today as he transferred them onto DVD, and somehow I felt better seeing how good our relationship has been over the years. I saw how all of the little things such as a piggyback ride here, or a game of pretend pool there, allowed it to flower into what it is today. Though we don't play in the garden anymore, or plan make believe adventures, we still support each other in the real life adventures that challenge us, and I never really understood how important that was until now. I wonder what mum and dad will think when I fly off in a couple of days. "The birds have finally left the nest" I suppose, but not without shedding a tear.
(As a side note, I would like to mention that I have been having a few wrist problems from typing lately, so I doubt many of my future blogs will be substantial - at least, not until things heal up. *hooray everyone says!*Just if I don't post for a while, put aside the thought of my probable death as I am probably just taking a bit of 'time out' so to speak!)
*Countdown: 2 days*
posted by heather-in-italia @ 9:28 a.m.
4 Comments:
The passing of time is a very difficult notion to get ahold of-- as we grow older the time we spent so nonchalant as children suddenly rushes through our fingers like a gail of wind. The more we try to hold onto it the faster it flies away, and the more consumed we become on catching it we realize we're fixated on the past rather than the present. I suppose, the best solution is instead of trying to catch the wind of time, is to hop on a leaf and float with it *smiling*
I don't know why that posted twice, but that's technology for you. *grumbling*
What a philosophical post! I feel much better after reading it. Thank you.
...but I must admit, I never knew purple people eaters could be so insightful! Could you enlighten me as to your identity, dear friend? ;-)
We purple people eaters are very shy ;)
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