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saying good-bye | saying good-bye

cari-oleskewicz's picture
Sep.25.2009
From the pebbled pavement of Oxbow Drive, the house is pretty, but unremarkable.  Constructed in the 1970’s, when aluminum siding was all the rage, this house is baby-blanket blue with brick around the door and the downstairs windows.  The faded shutters were white at one time, but now long for...
joshua-boylan's picture
Sep.25.2009
Greetings and Salutations from the virtual void of cyber-space!   When I received the email, calling for blogs about good-bye, this seemed the most relevant thing for me to say on it, for my own sake and perhaps for yours; I submit it as a humble offering to my Beloved.   There is a story.  One...
claire-elizabeth-terry's picture
Sep.25.2009
For this week's blog topic, 'Saying goodbye', I'd like to once again share an essay from the book, 'The Art of Living'*, this time by Gloria Gilmartin from Wisconsin. It's called 'Remembering':         On the first anniversary of my husband's death, I found myself dreading the approach of 10:26 p.m...
auntiemame08's picture
Sep.24.2009
Nine years ago a charming, tall, handsome man with a white beard and moustache 'found me' online and began writing to me. He was younger than I and we joked about this at first, until finally he said, "I've always liked older women, and age is just a number."  We wrote longer and longer...
melissa-lee's picture
Sep.24.2009
  The summer I was 17, the summer before becoming a senior in high school, my best friend moved away. Oh, we were all devastated to see her go. It was going to be our senior year, how could she go? We surprised her the night before she moved, our little group of girlfriends. We surprised her with a...
melissa-lee's picture
Sep.24.2009
The summer I was 17, the summer before becoming a senior in high school, my best friend moved away. Oh, we were all devastated to see her go. It was going to be our senior year, how could she go? We surprised her the night before she moved, our little group of girlfriends. We surprised her with a...
laurianne-macdonald's picture
Sep.24.2009
There is that time,   cats clawing and scratching. A wanting to be gone, then and always Erase the memories Flee before the leaving silently screaming—goodbye!   Others go weeping, seeping through cracks in sugar cookies of See you soon. Wanting another verse as the tune comes  to end and I Love...
george-h-schofield's picture
Sep.24.2009
-as published in Living Out East and On the Bay  http://www.livingouteast.com   I’ll have to admit my father was never that crazy about being a parent, although it was one of his assigned roles all those years. In fact, he periodically expressed a remarkably wistful interest in what his life...
anovelweblog's picture
Sep.24.2009
People grieve the way they wished to be grieved. At least in my experience. We hold on to the pain for as long as we can because we think that letting go of the pain means letting go of the person—we’re afraid that it means the worst part of grief and one of many people’s greatest fears: to be...
mara-buck's picture
Sep.24.2009
On the subject of goodbyes, I submit a very short passage from my novel HIGHWAY TO OBLIVION which touches on a farewell to an era, to a lifestyle, to not only a place, but more importantly to a sense of place:      Fond memories from her childhood struggled to the surface as well.  The way the...