“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” – J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Alas, the weekend visit with my brother would not last forever. Usually goodbyes are difficult for me. I feel like a small part of me rekindled by this physical proximity to someone I love will be taken away upon departure. Past roommates. Childhood friends. Old lovers. Brothers. They aren’t people I see everyday, and I miss the emotional peak of these visits. But I never feel sad when my brother leaves because he is dependable; I know that I will see or hear from him again soon.
What is the most important detail in your goodbyes with loved ones?