I left my desk and went and stood in the car park. It had turned windy and cold after the storm of yesterday evening. Their flight would take off any minute and depending on the wind direction, they would either fly over me or off into the distance but I would be able to see the plane. After nine years of living in Australia, saying goodbye seems to become harder and harder. My wonderful parents had been with us on and off since mid-September to celebrate our son’s 21st, our daughter’s 18th, our silver wedding and their golden wedding anniversary. We had a wonderful time and saying goodbye is still one of the hardest things to do – being torn by wanting to go with them and staying here knowing that I am happy here with our life in Australia. I love them so much and as my dad said last night – he taught me to fly, but just a little too well.
And there it was, soaring away into the distance, their plane heading towards Singapore. A sob escaped from me – I couldn’t help it. There certainly is no “fair” in farewell (The Script, No Good in Goodbye).
Until the next time.