My mom clipped this out of the Buffalo News (from an Ann Landers post I believe) and slipped into a gift she gave me years ago. I can't recall exactly when it was or what the gift was but I know I had recently gone through a batch of heartaches. I cried when I read it and still tear up. But to this day, the words give me the strength to lift my head up and know that I am strong.
I've carried it with me through college in my planner, transferred it to a journal that never happened and it currently resides in a notebook that collects tidbits that inspire me. My mom is all about grace and class. You either have it or you don't. And if you do have it, you can easily fall from it. My mom raised me with grace and class; they're two qualities I strive to maintain daily. I know how rare they are and how quickly you can lose them. Don't let goodbyes make them waver.
Goodbyes don't have to be solely mean ended romantic relationships. Any "goodbye" can challenge your emotions and test your strength: leaving a job/career, relocating cities, death of loved ones or even giving up a bad habit. Goodbyes are not the challenge. The challenge is finding the grace to pull yourself from the sorrow, grasp at why you experienced this goodbye and learn.
With every goodbye we learn.
After a While
By Veronica A. Shoffstall