I think I learn my first "goodbye" when I first started my backpacking craze. I had to reflect on human attachment and how it feels difficult to part after a meaningful encounter, however short or long. After many more years of backpacking solo, I think I've at least mastered the art of truly enjoying the moment with someone, and able to part with the memories to cherish, and goodwills to pass on. But bigger goodbyes like death, I have yet to master, I am still trying to say goodbye after a year of my father's passing. I don't know when I will be able to.
I love that about travel and how goodbyes really force us to be present. And I'm so sorry to hear about your father. I'm not sure if there's ever a proper way to say goodbye. As some who lost their father several years ago, it's a lesson I'm still learning. Thank you for stopping by!
I think I learn my first "goodbye" when I first started my backpacking craze. I had to reflect on human attachment and how it feels difficult to part after a meaningful encounter, however short or long. After many more years of backpacking solo, I think I've at least mastered the art of truly enjoying the moment with someone, and able to part with the memories to cherish, and goodwills to pass on. But bigger goodbyes like death, I have yet to master, I am still trying to say goodbye after a year of my father's passing. I don't know when I will be able to.
I love that about travel and how goodbyes really force us to be present. And I'm so sorry to hear about your father. I'm not sure if there's ever a proper way to say goodbye. As some who lost their father several years ago, it's a lesson I'm still learning. Thank you for stopping by!
Love your writing, keep going! And yes, I guess grief may be a lifelong process and that is ok :)
Thank you! It's comments like these that keep me going :)