Saying Goodbye is Always Difficult

Why is saying good-bye so difficult?  I recently had to finally say adieu to someone very close and special to me. It was so painful and still is and probably will be for some time to come.  The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that I was able to say adieu to them properly before they passed, that I was able to smile, laugh, kiss, and hug them one final time and remember our last moments together as being wonderful and happy.

Today I wore something of theirs that is so simple and beautiful, don't know why I don't wear it more often because I do love it, so I have thought of them all day long.  How is it that happy thoughts from something so small, like the pearl necklace I wore today, merged with a painful loss, can actually make the pain in one's chest seem less?  Quite remarkable really.

Adieu Vieil Ami

Is there anything harder or more tragic to do in life than to bid farewell to something or someone that you love?  As I sit here writing this, the knowledge doesn't make the passing any less painful.  The box, so simple, yet full of what I love and hold dear, cherished really, stares back at me almost mockingly.  So happy have I been with the contents that saying goodbye is almost unbearable.  How could something so wonderful no longer find a place in my life?  It all seems a bit surreal.

Opening the box, it reveals what I already know by heart.  Something practical yet beautiful all the same, that was always able to go with anything I so desired.  However, now as I hold the box and stare within, I see that nothing is quite the same anymore.  Nothing seems to work with its contents, its almost as if the contents have changed, morphed into something unfamiliar and unwelcome.

As I think of closing the lid, I pause again.  I think maybe I have overlooked something.  Surely I am mistaken, there must be at least one thing left in my closet, in my life, that the contents can magically still work with beautifully.  Do I dare grasp for a bit of hope?  Do I hold onto this precious bit of past in the vain belief that "one day" will come again?   Alas, no.  For I know, that no matter how beautiful the contents may have once been for me they will never ring true quite the same ever again.  So I bid farewell mon ami, you were loved and cherished, even if you were not aware; you will not be forgotten as you pass on to your new phase of life without me. I know that I will mourn this passing, for a bit of time, as I now finally close the lid forever. Adieu. 

 Picture can be found here.