
Saying goodbye. By Chetana. Saying goodbye for the last time is the most difficult, knowing that you can not say it again. It means so much but is it all that we mean? Its like the ink from a pen on as page when its unexpectedly running out however the pen is disregarded and another is brought in to use. The final goodbye is painful not like the disregarded pen yet its the same. People arrive and depart and that's the hardest part, to accept that we are stranded here without them. Where do they go after death? taking their place beside the good God? Will we see them again? Is there a heaven or hell? Spiritually the world carries on, still revolving some say that every second someone somewhere is dead. be it a child, a son, daughter. Someone?s wife, husband, lover. A brother or even a sister. Yet the world carries on, death is daily yet when it occurs to your family or friends the world stands still while you mourn. Saying goodbye -did you have your chance? Or was the death unexpected like the ink, did you say goodbye? |