After many losses in few time I decided to write. This is a regular post, no one in special. What is special about this post is saying goodbye.
First time I said goodbye I was 12 years old. My grandpa was 79. In this case was hard to say goodbye because I didn’t have the opportunity. Maybe because I was too young. At that time I thought cancer would be easy to overcome. But I was wrong. I couldn’t say bye for my first loss.
While writing the previous paragraph I remembered my actual first loss: my pinscher. My second loss was another pinscher, the one we brought to replace the first one. Mile lived for four months, Sandy for one year. Poisoned or runned over by a car, respectively, at the end my sadness was the same. Anyway, can not compare with the hole that grandpa left.
In 2007, when I moved from my current school to a new one, it was hard to say goodbye. I had been studying with my gang for long years. In the very last high school year I found myself alone in a brand new place. It took few time to make some friends. It took few time for saying goodbye one more time.
College, job, another job, another places, another groups and always the same ending. Always the same words, the same wishes. Some things in life will never change. But as time passes it seems harder and harder to get used to this conditions.
Sometimes it is better to avoid thinking about it. Not thinking about it I decided to live abroad. Far from my family, my friends and my dog - after losing two dogs we decided to try our luck buying a new one. I wish you a long life, Mindy, God only knows how much I love you.
I can’t remember a goodbye so sad like that September, 21, 2012 in Guarulhos International Airport. I put in my mind it was not a goodbye. It is more like a see yous later. I will be back soon, trust me.
In different lands I met new people. New people means saying goodbye in the future. But when we meet we don’t think about it. We just think about it when it really happens. Then it is too late. And one by one I lost them all. Again, at that time I promised it was not goodbye, it was a see you later. But deep inside I knew it would be difficult to keep my promise, being a group of people from different cities, countries and continents.
Loosing those we love can not stop us from making new friends, this is socializing. But I must confess I’ve been trying hard not to get too involved with people. At the end the speeches are all the same. The wishes are all the same. And the tears are always bitter. There are things in life that never change. It will be always hard to say goodbye.
See You later, dear readers.
First time I said goodbye I was 12 years old. My grandpa was 79. In this case was hard to say goodbye because I didn’t have the opportunity. Maybe because I was too young. At that time I thought cancer would be easy to overcome. But I was wrong. I couldn’t say bye for my first loss.
While writing the previous paragraph I remembered my actual first loss: my pinscher. My second loss was another pinscher, the one we brought to replace the first one. Mile lived for four months, Sandy for one year. Poisoned or runned over by a car, respectively, at the end my sadness was the same. Anyway, can not compare with the hole that grandpa left.
In 2007, when I moved from my current school to a new one, it was hard to say goodbye. I had been studying with my gang for long years. In the very last high school year I found myself alone in a brand new place. It took few time to make some friends. It took few time for saying goodbye one more time.
College, job, another job, another places, another groups and always the same ending. Always the same words, the same wishes. Some things in life will never change. But as time passes it seems harder and harder to get used to this conditions.
Sometimes it is better to avoid thinking about it. Not thinking about it I decided to live abroad. Far from my family, my friends and my dog - after losing two dogs we decided to try our luck buying a new one. I wish you a long life, Mindy, God only knows how much I love you.
I can’t remember a goodbye so sad like that September, 21, 2012 in Guarulhos International Airport. I put in my mind it was not a goodbye. It is more like a see yous later. I will be back soon, trust me.
In different lands I met new people. New people means saying goodbye in the future. But when we meet we don’t think about it. We just think about it when it really happens. Then it is too late. And one by one I lost them all. Again, at that time I promised it was not goodbye, it was a see you later. But deep inside I knew it would be difficult to keep my promise, being a group of people from different cities, countries and continents.
Loosing those we love can not stop us from making new friends, this is socializing. But I must confess I’ve been trying hard not to get too involved with people. At the end the speeches are all the same. The wishes are all the same. And the tears are always bitter. There are things in life that never change. It will be always hard to say goodbye.
See You later, dear readers.
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