Blast From The Past – Farewell

As you all know today is Father’s Day on your side of the world. Today would also have been my Dad’s birthday. A day he will never celebrate again. I feel emotional. 

It also seems to be the time of the year people move. In general a time to let go I guess. Maybe time to become aware of the fact that sometimes we have to accept the fact that we need to let go, that we have to say our goodbyes. Some are final goodbyes with no chances of ever get together again. Some are a bit less drastic but still tough.

Just about a year ago we had to say goodbye to lovely friends of ours who moved back to their home country. Today we will have to do the same to people who were among the first friends we’ve met here in Australia, hence the Blast From The Past.

It feels weird.

On one side we can tell how much they look forward to going back to the country their originally from, which makes us happy too. On the other side it also hurts seeing them go. From now on it won’t be easy to catch up anymore. We have not seen them for a while and somehow you always think that you can catch up at one point anyway. And then things change, people move. Although it will never be the same again, there will always be a connection. A connection that we all will keep in our heart.

I would have loved to say goodbye in person. Unfortunately it’s one of the days where things don’t go according to plan. Not much you can do when one of your kids suddenly gets sick… So I sit here while my husband went to the farewell party and think back to last year. 

I can’t believe that it’s already a year actually. Somehow I still think we can simply call and schedule a catch up. Maybe because we are still in touch, still care for each other. The door that kind of closes will always remain slightly open, if you let it…

Last night’s farewell party for friends of ours made me reflect on the connections we make. The moments we venture out on new journeys, not knowing what and who will wait for us.

It made me think about how we meet and start chatting and in doing so open the door for a potential new friendship. How, in that brief moment we decide to start this conversation, we bring children, parents, families and maybe even countries closer together.

Sometimes those people stay close, sometimes they leave. In an emotional but also geographical way. A friendship, if strong enough, can endure distance. In our case the distance will be only geographically as I believe they are friends for a lifetime.

When friends leave, it always leaves a gap. And it’s up to us what we make of it. Although staying in touch is theoretically easy, it still might be tricky as the people who move will have to settle down and fit in again, which takes time and energy.

If we stay open we might make a new connection, waiting for us somewhere around the next corner. Ready to fill the gap left behind. A new connection that might lead to a new friendship. A friendship that will not replace the old one but somehow make that gap smaller.

It’s our decision now to open up our heart to new connections, to new friendship. Seeing friends go might hurt in the moment, but in the long run it will always be worth having made this connection. The friendships that are meant to last will last.

Farewell. Goodbye. Until we see you again!


12 thoughts on “Blast From The Past – Farewell

  1. Thoughts to be cherished dearly. And, yes, friendship as well as good rememberances are a precious thing. And they last as long as they last …

    Greetings from cold Germany; it’s on y 16C° here. today.

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  2. Sandra, I’m sending you a big hug, sounds like a tough time for you at the moment. I hope someone else fills that gap for you until you see your friend again. Happy birthday to your dad. May he rest in peace. xxxx

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