I did pretty good up until we all got up to leave. Then the tears started creeping out of my eyes. I must note, I am NOT a weepy person. Okay, maybe around that time of the month....okay, and maybe if I have had a wee bit too much to drink. BUT overall I am not a weepy person. I am a firm believer in 'deal with it, and quit moping around about it'.
But tonight faced with saying goodbye to two women who desperately helped me get through the hardest part of this last year, well ...wouldn't you know it. I got weepy AND I hugged them. This part never gets easy. No matter how often we have had to do this...five moves and counting in the last almost 11 years.
These women were there every Friday to order pizza and bit(h to if I needed. They were the glad recipients of Muffin Monday muffins. One shared many of glasses of wine with me. Their older kids babysat mine when I was in desperate need of some alone time. I could go on and on the things we shared during the 15 month deployment. We shared our lives in a time when we all needed each other. I guess what I am really trying to say is I am so thankful I have met some women, some real friends that make saying goodbye so hard.
I want to stop short before I start sounding too cliche, so I will close with this: "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for those who are friends." ~Richard Bach
ps, I am officially boohooing again (and I am NOT even being a woman), so if there are typos...I get a bye!