Goodbye

“You hang up first.”

“No, you.”

“Okay. Goodbye.”

“Are you still there?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you were going to hang up first.”

“Okay. I will. Goodbye.”

“Bye.”

“Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Yeah. Bye, bye.”

“What are you going to wear tomorrow?”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Goodbye”

  1. She stood at the top of the escalator eagerly searching for us among the deplaning arrivals until our eyes met. She always wanted to be there to say hello. Goodbye was another story.

  2. “Say your goodbyes” , would be the curt instruction . I wonder if it was easy to say that . The parents would be standing at the gates , waiting to see the last glimpse of their painstakingly brought- up progeny , before the wrought iron gates clanged shut .

    Not forever , of course . There would be holidays , homecomings . But for now , it was enough fodder for drama.

    Some would enter the reading room , positively howling , comforted by others . For some , the tears would have run dry on the way back , only sullen looks remained . Others would immerse themselves in books and assignments , immediately afterwards . A small minority would actually be jubilant , at having escaped the stranglehold of parental authority.

  3. When she drove her mother to the church’s apartment complex for seniors the first time she felt so sad and depressed. She knew that this would be the place where her mother would live until she died. She could not help but think about how much of a defining moment it was for her. For the short time that her mother was there she was quite happy being among people she knew. Her apartment was lovely with lots of windows looking out at the Grassy Sprain River. She could also look over to the other side and see the beautiful architecture of the old parish church with its stately steeples. She could hear the church bells toll at six o’clock every evening. Those same church bells rang wildly at her mother’s wedding as well as other family members’ weddings, and at family funerals. Her mother felt at home and was content. The last time she visited she rang the doorbell and her mother opened the door. She was in shock because the cancer had spread to her mother’s brain. No one warned her that one of her mother’s eyes was so distorted. It was an awful experience. Communication with her mother’s physician was nil despite the fact she begged him to be truthful with her since she lived out of state. That night when she left and said goodbye it broke her heart. She felt is was the last time she would ever say “goodbye.” And it was.

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