My in-laws came all the way from Ohio to see us this last week. Today, they had to go home. I was able to block out the the packing and the loading of the vehicle. I sat on my bed with my fingers in my ears and my eyes squeezed shut. Okay, not really, but the thought crossed my mind. I knew that loading the vehicle meant that soon they would be gone. The place in the driveway where the big blue truck was parked would be vacant. Their company and conversation would be over. Life would be normal again…well, as normal as it gets for us. I sat thinking sad thoughts when suddenly, it was time. My heart started pounding. I got teary. We hugged goodbye. I cried. Terry led in prayer. And then, that feeling came. The feeling when you get to the end of a great story, but you just hate to see it end.
Yeah, that feeling.
They got in their truck. It was at that moment that I felt the strong desire to jam my feet into the closest pair of shoes, grab my baby boy and dash outside to wave goodbye. I hollered (because that’s what we do in the south) to my children to come out and wave, too.
Sad goodbyes are good. They mean that we have loved ones and that's a good thing.
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We do this too, this was so sad but yet so sweet. Hope you can see them soon. This is why I love your blog cause you are so real.
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It is so hard to leave or see a loved one leave. I know exactly how it feels. Heaven is getting sweeter all the time.
Love,
Mother
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Yes! That's one way to look at it.
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Thank you, Pat. 🙂 Love you!
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Yes, it is. Love you, Mom.
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Goodbyes are never fun. We have been blessed to be owe enough to family that there isn't a long time between visits. Love you all.
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Love you, too, Misty! Wish we could see you more often.
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I got teary-eyed reading that… I hate goodbyes too.
But I do love how you are all matching in red in the photo!!
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Ha! That's funny! I didn't notice the red! lol!
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