Pissy but Precious
When I know it will be a long time before I see a loved one, sadness, pending regret and anxiety shift around in my body as the departure nears. It’s uncomfortable. And I don't always realize my body is full of tension until it's over and I'm alone. My throat is tightening up even as I write. It's complicated. The goodbyes I've struggled with the most in the past seem to pile up and cause the current parting to morph into the goodbye-of-all-goodbyes. It's not easy "In the moment" to separate them and deal with the current one. I'm working on this. The most recent example of this is when I left my mom in St. Ignace. It’s difficult to hug my mom goodbye. I want to believe she and I will always be there. But there is reality. We don't know the future. I'm guessing it's hard for her too. Coffee on Mom's Porch When I cross the Mackinac Bridge to head south, (after goodbyes), the expanse of this beautiful towering bridge that crosses th