The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again. — Nicholas Nickleby
My Take – It’s never easy to say goodbye. When friends, family, or tribe get together, I always dread the last couple of hours when everyone slowly makes their way to their cars. There’s the usual hugs, promises to stay in touch, and occasionally a couple of tears. By the time I’m halfway home, I already miss everyone.
But the feeling I get when we all get together is wonderful. Being able to look down a table and see a crowd of people I care about reminds me of why I slog through the rough days and travel for meetings. Maybe I haven’t seen them in years, maybe I saw them the other day. To me, it doesn’t matter. There have been too many people who either drifted away or were taken away for me to not cherish reunions.
Yeah, I’m a big softie.
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Mad Jack
/ December 8, 2012You live in a functional, caring family. Not everyone does. On December 26 I remember my father thanking the Lord that this circus was over for another year, and that we all survived.
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daddybear71
/ December 8, 2012I utter the same prayer on the 26th of December. There’s a reason I thought Scrooge wimped out in the third act.
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