Sunday Soulwork: Why I Stopped Saying Goodbye

I was on my way to the hospital when I realized that there was no way in Hell that I was going to be able to say goodbye. Nor did I really want to say the word.
Still, that's exactly what I was being called upon to do. My friend's condition had worsened to the point where it was only a matter of time. She's ready. She's tired.
I bawled the whole way to the hospital, acutely aware that my crying wasn't really for her. My head was mourning, my heart hurt and my soul felt pitifully empty. 
I visited long enough to recognize that my friend was at peace with moving on. We laughed and smiled and visited, but we both knew it was likely to be the last time on this plane.
 When I left I told her I loved her and I'd see her again.
She smiled and nodded.
So someday, when I finally get to that next plane, I  expect her to be waiting for me. No doubt she'll tell me I'm late and give me grief for it. And we'll laugh and we'll both be at peace.
But there will be no goodbyes...
Instead, I think I'll adopt the French au revoir... until we meet again.  

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