How Lucky am I to Have Something That Makes Saying Goodbye so Hard.

The goodbyes are starting to get to me.


Today I’ve had to say goodbye to two dear friends. I drove down to Sebring to have lunch with my “little” mentee, Megan. She is so precious to me and I have been so blessed to have her in my life for the past few years. She was but a wee third grader when I first met her. She was struggling with school and “in the system” but already a special kid to the administration. I became her mentor and she quickly became special to me, too. Our weekly lunches were the high point of my life. Today’s lunch was no different. She’s a beautiful young lady both inside and out and I’ve grown to love her bunches. I’ll miss being close enough to just go have lunch but I know she’ll be in my life for a long, long time.

As I was driving home, I got a text from my friend Anne at the Black Sheep. My private class for this weekend was cancelled which means last weekend was our goodbye. I’m so grateful for Anne’s friendship and for the opportunity that she afforded me to teach knitting at her wonderful shop. I know it’s just until we meet again, but man, are these farewells tough on my heart.

Tonight I will say goodbye to a knitting buddy, Tracey, who is holding an inaugural fundraiser for her new foundation … well, Tracey and Tim’s foundation. They’re establishing a fund to help inner city teens to spend time at a YMCA summer camp. This is a real goodbye because Tracey’s cancer has returned. This is her third battle and one that she says she is not likely to win this time. I’m trying to wrap my head around this celebration tonight for one of the most beautiful souls I have had the privilege to know.

What I realize, as I struggle with the goodbyes, is that I have planted roots here. I have put myself out there in my community and have made it my home. I am so fortunate to have made friendships with people that I will be sad to leave. Very sad …

… and very blessed. What a lucky girl I am to have had these special people in my life. My heart is full.

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