I have received a lot of response regarding my post on my blog, "Goodbye Seems to be the Hardest Word". Much of it was touching and insightful.
"Frankly Opinionated" writes:
You"love" them so much you hate to see the end of it. Same here once. You"love" a good piece of cake don't you? I do. Will the cake be forever?Should you not someone who can't be forever? We would be some emptyhearted people if that were so. I have convinced myself that, no matterhow much I love knowing, seeing this person, or that group, that at thenext stop, I will meet someone just as special, just as great andloveable. When a relationship,(of whatever depth), ends, I relish thememories of the good spots, and totally phase out those less than good.Perhaps, with the "goodbye" could be a bit of "I've really loved thistime in my life, it has been very special." And then silently tellyourself that it is time to see this next event.
And he has a very valid point.
WhenMacGyver enlisted, I was completely ignorant when it came to what toexpect from military life. I had grown up living in the same town allmy life, in the same house, had the same friends. I had no clue howhard it was to move every 2-3 years or how hard it was to say goodbyeto people because I had never had to before. Not really.
Whilewe were stationed in Alaska, we were blessed to become friends with afamily in our unit who lived just a few doors down from us. They becamelike family and having to leave them was one of my first tastes of thedownsides of military life. But the sweetness of having known them wasSOOOOOO incredibly worth it. They remain, to this day, some of ourdearest friends.
Our next stop was Alabama. Mentally, Iwas prepared NOT to make many friends there since it was "just flightschool" and "just for a year or so". Yeah, that didn't happen. Mybrother-in-law had been there before us and pointed us in the directionof the church he had attended while he was there. From day one, theytreated us like family and I've yet to be able to shake them! Again,saying goodbye to them was painful but completely outweighed by the joyof knowing them.
Our limited time at Fort Campbell broughtus similar blessings and we are hopeful that we will be able to getback there soon and literally pick up where we left off with ourfriends there.
And then there is Hawaii. As much as I amlooking forward to returning to the mainland, I know that when we leaveit will hurt just as bad as leaving Alaska, or Alabama, or California,or Fort Campbell, or Colorado. Because, yet again, we have been blessedwith incredible friends during our time here. People I consider to befamily in many, many ways. People who empathize with the joys andsorrows that are intrinsic to military life. People that I am trulygrateful to know - even if just for a limited time.
So,like F.O. mentioned above, I am positive that where ever we wind upnext - be it Fort Campbell or where ever we will be blessed withwonderful friends. Friends that we love like family. THAT is one of thebiggest upsides to military life. One for which I am truly grateful.
Thanks for the reminder, F.O.