When a friend drives away after a long anticipated visit...your last day soaking up the sun on the beach...throwing out the bouquet of flowers...the last hug from your grandma before the road trip home...your high school graduation...your college graduation...Sunday nights after a long weekend...the day you take down the Christmas tree...eating that final piece of birthday cake...
Do you know this feeling?
They call it a "roller coaster". I don't do roller coasters, I'm not even much of a swing person. That feeling in my stomach...I hate it.
It's funny how this all works. Moments, hours, days, weeks, years even, when your heart is so full of joy and contentment and then....done. finished. the end. Some call it emptiness, pain, sorrow, loneliness.... I suppose it's called grief. Saying goodbye to the past, refusing to live in the present, fighting against the belief that anything could be better than it once was, accepting it for what it is: moving on, leaving, growing up, changing...
What is wonderful is that more moments of joy and discovery are always just around the corner. They may look different these days, but they are certainly alive and well. And that's all the hope any of us ever needs.
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