{"id":2469,"date":"2019-05-20T07:16:49","date_gmt":"2019-05-20T11:16:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=2469"},"modified":"2019-05-20T08:50:16","modified_gmt":"2019-05-20T12:50:16","slug":"i-hate-saying-goodbye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/i-hate-saying-goodbye\/","title":{"rendered":"I Hate Saying Goodbye"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GoodbyesPost.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2470 size-large\" title=\"&lt; IMG &gt;\n  alt : Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops a scene of how she hates saying goodbye.\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GoodbyesPost-683x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops a scene of how she hates saying goodbye.\" width=\"625\" height=\"937\" data-popupalt-original-title=\"null\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GoodbyesPost-683x1024.jpg 683w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GoodbyesPost-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GoodbyesPost-768x1152.jpg 768w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GoodbyesPost-624x936.jpg 624w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GoodbyesPost.jpg 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 625px) 100vw, 625px\" \/><\/a>It was the last photography class. It had been a difficult semester but the class was one of the things that saved me. I showed up even the day after my mother died. Whether or not I had completed the week\u2019s assignment, the instructors and other students always made me feel welcome. But an hour before the class would be over forever, I left. I silently snuck out like I always leave: like I\u2019d be back again next week, like nothing would have changed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">I hate saying goodbye. The painfully awkward standing around, nervous fussing, words spoken, words unuttered, and generally dragging out the inevitable separating make me want to disappear. It doesn\u2019t matter if it\u2019s a routine parting or a <a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/talking-about-death\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">departure into death<\/a>; it means things will be different from then on. I\u2019ve already experienced too many changes, too recently. It\u2019s scary to move onward once again, meet new people, start another class, another project, begin the next new chapter of my life. After all, how many more new chapters do I get? Might this be my last? Goodbye implies an end to something\u2014a Last Time\u2014and I hate Last Times: the last time I prayed for a miracle, a loved one\u2019s last breath, last words, the last time I saw my daughter\u2019s face, the last family photograph before&#8230;.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">There is no One Right Way to say goodbye. You can <a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/celebrations-of-life\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">bid farewell<\/a> to someone or something without even uttering the dreaded word \u2018goodbye.\u2019 A nonchalant \u201cSee ya\u201d would work if one musters up a tiny wave of the hand. \u201cIt was great to share this time with you\u201d could really resonate if a brief hint of eye contact is added. A simple silent nod could suffice. But me\u2014I don&#8217;t do goodbyes.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">At times of parting, I wish I could be bold enough to speak up, to simply sum up the situation and spill out what\u2019s in my heart. But the words conveying my sentiments have a long winding labyrinth to follow from heart to head to my voice box. It can take days or months for my message to journey out into the world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">During the car ride home from the last class, and over the weekend, the words I wish I had left the class with finally found their way into my head and then onto paper.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you,\u201d I would have said. \u201cThank you all for being here, for amazing me with what you accomplished, and for bringing me happiness. See you around.\u201d<br \/>\nA goodbye message. I<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">t\u2019s pretty-much what I could have told my mother and friend (who both died over the course of this semester) as well. Might need to memorize and practice.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">How do you say goodbye &#8211; not forever?<\/span> <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was the last photography class. It had been a difficult semester but the class was one of the things that saved me. I showed up even the day after my mother died. Whether or not I had completed the week&rsquo;s assignment, the instructors and other students always made me feel welcome. 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