Is there ever an easy way to embark upon the final goodbye?

5 years ago I learned that a friend was sick. I found out on the day of diagnosis and immediately started to prepare myself for the end.

I continually checked on his needs and offered to be of assistance in anyway that I could. He never needed anything, assured me he’d never leave, and promised his fight was bigger than the disease.

He was right, his fight was mighty and he gave it his all – until he couldn’t.

So here I am faced with goodbye. I look around me and notice a mutual associate crying his eyes out, his tears serving as a conduit of my own. I didn’t want to fall apart, I couldn’t! I rehearsed this moment and coached myself to stay in character. Why am I weeping?

Well, scripture tells us that weeping may endure for a night…. it doesn’t speak of rehearsals and coaching. From cradle to grave there are some things we simply can’t script. There are things we have to go through.

I took a moment to get myself back in character, during which time I noticed the clouds above. Each more fluffy than the last and moving in such a soothing motion. The master director, my God, sent peace through the sky.

That final goodbye took place high up on a hill overlooking the city, I broke character and wept until a sign came that joy comes in the morning! – adios mi diablito 💋, this is my final goodbye………