Bidding farewell to someone can be done using a variety of words. For example bye, ciao, hasta la vista, see ya, arrivaderci and talk to you later. Those are all fairly common, and are all ones that I’ve used myself.
However, there is one word that I usually reserve specifically for special circumstances. This word has more meaning to me than any other word in the dictionary. It is also the word I dread the most. “Goodbye.”
All the other forms of farewell mean nothing more to me than a gap in time, between this meeting and the next. Goodbye on the other hand, is final. The mere thought of saying that word weakens me and causes tension throughout my entire body. It is a dreadful word.
For me, goodbye is normally used for only two situations.
One is death. That is by far the hardest of the two. There is no coming back. There is no making up for lost time. No more will I hear their laughter, their words or watch them as they interact with others. Never again will I feel their arms around me or watch a smile spread across their face. No more birthday cards will be sent to them. It is final.
The other is similar to death, only the person is still living. Cutting ties with people that are causing your life more harm than good can be very difficult, but sometimes necessary. I’ve done that once, and it was far from easy. It didn’t mean that I no longer cared for them, or loved them any less. There are times when you must admit to yourself that you can’t hold onto what’s hurting you anymore, no matter how hard it is to let go.
I’d like to never say goodbye again, but I know that there will come a time when I’ll have to. I’m not sure when it will be, or who it will be said to. All I know is that I dread that day.
Goodbye. What a dreadful word. It’s not a gap in time. It’s finality.