Wednesday 3rd March, 2004
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A Thought for Today
Words have no more wisdom when itís time
to say goodbye.
IF THIS IS
A HAPPY OCCASION, WHY AM I SO SAD?
My daughter Megan left for London last night. Her stay will be
indefinite but a minimum of two years. My other daughter Nicola, no
doubt mindful of the fact that her beloved sister (and moral support structure) will no
longer be around, has advised us that she intends moving into an
apartment of her own later this year. Only two months into the new year
and already it's shaping up to be one of monumental changes.
I suppose I always suspected it would be tough once the children decided
to leave the nest and fly though I didn't fully appreciate letting go
would be so difficult and saying goodbye so painful. Friends and family
have been wonderful in their support and I'm particularly grateful for
the words of encouragement from far flung friends like Rod and Sherilyn.
It didn't help, though. Last night was still an emotional and
tearful occasion for all of us.
I hope Megan gets to read this
because I want her to know how much we love her. And that we're missing
her already! Today she starts probably the greatest adventure of her
young life and, being the enthusiastic person she is, I know she'll make
a success of everything she does. My only piece of advice to her
yesterday was to go everywhere, see everything, do everything, but to do
it all sensibly. I hope she does just that.
Our home is very subdued today.
Even the dogs know something is amiss.
Tomorrow, next week, next month will be better, I'm sure.
One of my favorite pics - Megan & Tyra after
a hard day of packing
- Ken, Johannesburg, South
Africa, March 3
TAKING LEAVE FOR LONDON
Goodbye's a word that should be
said only to near friends or distant relatives, those who speed away at bus stops or at
taxi curbs. Friends the army carries off and children heading out to seek their fortune in
towns more fortuitous than those they leave. Goodbye's a word I will not say to you. Not
on the deathbed or in the driveway. Not at the start of some day trip that separates us
sunup till sundown or a year's sabbatical, if such could ever be.
Remember how reluctantly we said goodbye on telephones when talking half a continent
apart? Multiply that same reluctance tenfold, tenfold more.
Two weeks till you join me. That time away will not be easy, though three decades plus
were piled up in finding you.
- from Folio No. 7, Fall 1975.
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