Sweet Sorrow
This afternoon I went out to lunch with a friend/co-worker who is leaving tomorrow for Seattle, where she'll be moving for the foreseeable future. I think the move will be good for her and that it will give her some her some much needed distance from all the drama that has been upsetting her life the past couple of months.
Saying goodbye to her in the BART station reminded me of the many times I've said goodbye, both as the person leaving and as the person staying behind. I have never been able to decide whether it is harder to to watch someone else leave, or to turn away and leave others behind. I know I'll miss her, but she won't be too far away. I'm going to keep in touch and try to visit her as soon as I am able.
I'm still sad to see her go.
Saying goodbye to her in the BART station reminded me of the many times I've said goodbye, both as the person leaving and as the person staying behind. I have never been able to decide whether it is harder to to watch someone else leave, or to turn away and leave others behind. I know I'll miss her, but she won't be too far away. I'm going to keep in touch and try to visit her as soon as I am able.
I'm still sad to see her go.