When it comes to saying goodbye, I call BS. It’s not sweet; in fact, it sucks.
I’ve been forced to say a heartbreaking goodbye to my brother, who suffered a long slow death via AIDS. When a vessel burst in my dad’s brain, I whispered an equally sad yet surprising goodbye. I’ve said less permanent but still challenging farewells to hosts of others: friends and family; teachers and students; neighbors and co-workers. I’ve cried my heart out saying goodbye to beloved pets. Even harder, I’ve kissed away my children as they’ve flown into their new lives.
In addition to my personal struggle with parting’s sweet sorrow, my kids have been faced with their own good-byes; with each other, their friends, and the world they’ve always known. While stepping out and into a new life comes with great anticipation, excitement, and potential; it’s also scary, sad, and often riddled with anxiety.
When it comes to saying goodbye, I have few words of wisdom to offer. It doesn’t get easier, but I do know this; it happens—again and again. And avoiding its pain doesn’t work; grief always resurfaces. That said, there are a few things I’ve learned to help ease the process.
- Cry; sit with the pain and let yourself cry. Feel all the feels, but then get up. Both are equally important.
- Drink water; crying dehydrates.
- Be grateful; pick one thing a day and offer thanks.
- Walk in nature; it will whisper comfort.
- Run. Draw. Pound on a drum. Do something to channel your emotions.
- Hug an animal.
- Organizing shifts energy.
- If you have a garden, tend to it. If you don’t, buy a plant.
- Listen to music and read a book; any and all.
- Know that your feelings are normal. Know it is hard. Know you will survive.
Saying good-bye stinks, but it can be managed. Instead of burying the sadness, take care of yourself. It doesn’t make it easy, but it makes it easier.