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I’ll see you later

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I’ve had a lifetime of goodbyes, as we all have. Some I’ve been eager to say. A few have been hard. I had such a goodbye yesterday.

This one was bittersweet. On the positive side, this is a fresh start for my friend, and I can’t be anything but glad about that. She’ll be moving to Colorado to join her boyfriend there, and he’s a peach. I have no doubts that this will be good for them both. So I am happy for her. For him, as well.

But. I will miss my friend.

We met through a long-defunct Meet-up knitting group. The first couple of times we got together with a few other knitters, she sat, head down, knitting away, only speaking when someone asked her a direct question. She seemed nice, but so quiet, and I didn’t quite know what to make of her. About the third time the group was to meet, it was just the two of us, and I wasn’t all that enthused at the prospect. She was half my age, quiet, almost painfully shy, and we had nothing in common except knitting. I thought it was going to be awkward, to say the least.

I sat down and said hello and I don’t know what happened but we started talking and kept talking, about everything and nothing, and some two or three hours later, an unlikely friendship had been formed.

Over the next couple of years, we’d get together from time to time for long hours of knitting and talking that passed in a heartbeat, and I always left feeling glad of the time with her, but I didn’t really know how much she’d come to mean to me until this week, when she told me that the plans to move had all come together, almost too quickly, and she’d be leaving at the end of the week.

I stopped by her place one last time yesterday, to pick up a few items she won’t be taking with her and to say goodbye. We’ve never been huggers, but we did yesterday, and I didn’t want to let go. But I had to. I didn’t want to tear up, either, but I did. So did she. When I left, I couldn’t say goodbye. It was “I’ll see you later.”

Safe travels, friend. Be happy. I wish that for you more than anything else. Be happy.

And I’ll see you later.

About Kymm

I'm a reader and writer and knitter, a sister, daughter, and friend. This blog is my letter, of love and hate, frustration and joy, rants and praises, to a great big world. You can read it if you want to.

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