This is Deputy Digby Pancake. It’s been said, because I have said it, that you never know how much you love something until its gone. I miss that plate of pancakes every day.
It was a good week. We got to sit on the beach and go hiking.
Then Gandma and Gandpa came for a visit.
It was a surprise to me and Brickle. And a really good surprise.
As happy as we were to see them, the whole time, Girl Person kept saying that it was going to be hard to say goodbye again. We say it a lot.
We say it to places and persons and campsites.
We say it to trees and flowers.
We say goodbye to the hot showers. We don’t say goodbye to the cold showers. We would get the cold shoulder.
I’m not really sure why persons even think they need to say goodbye. I don’t. Because I live in the moment and I don’t think about the sadness in parting. I think about the fun we had. And the fun we will have again.
Persons say that goodbyes are hard because you never really know if you will see someone again. You think of all the good and the bad times you had.
You think of regrets. You think of mistakes. You think of the future. All of that is in one goodbye.
Why not think about the next hello instead? The next plate of pancakes and not the last pancake?
So as Gandma and Gandma come to say goodbye to us this morning as we head out, we will not cry. We will not be sad.
Because the next time we see them…well…we will be glad. And we hope it is sooner this time.
When we’ve forever lost ones close to us, well, it’s hard. For some reason we think of those last moments after they are gone. But what if we would have spent all of our time worrying about that last moment when we had the good moments? That seems like a waste. So cherish the ones you love. Who are with you now.
And if you live far away, make the most of the time you have. And look forward to the next.
Don’t say goodbye. Because even if we don’t get another hello, we won’t have wasted those last hugs. Those last kisses. That moment in time. It’s too sweet to say goodbye.
–Deputy Digby Pancake