I Hate Good-byes

The past year has been filled with my having to say good to the people around me. All of my friends have been slowly moving on with their lives. Every time I see a friend I wonder if this is going to be it or if I am ever going to see this person again. It has gotten even harder since my dad died. The ideal of finality has hit me so much harder.

I had one of those moments last night. I had to say good bye to a friend from college. He is moving to NC to go to grad school and even with the promise to go to the Kentucky Derby (yes, I am a nerd) with me next year, I won’t hold my breath. Saying good bye is such an odd thing. And I am not very good at it.