Goodbye is a terrible word.
So final.
As we said goodbye today,
To a man well-loved,
I thought myself French…
This is not goodbye,
I thought,
But au revoir.
[We said au revoir to Great Grandpa Geoff today. His recent death inspired my very first poem – A ripe old age ]
[This poem inspired ‘Farewell‘ – a beautiful poem by Cubby you may also be interested to read.]
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I agree, goodbyes sound so final. Not goodbye, not when there are still hellos in our heart.
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You’re so right.
We’ll always remember and so it’s never goodbye.
Not ever.
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Sorry for your loss. 😦
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Thank you x
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This is sad Pooky, and Im so sorry you had to say au revoir. But this poem and others of yours I have read show you have a healthy outlook on death which has to be a good thing. Xx
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Thank you – I hope so. We will certainly do lots of remembering which I think is important.
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Very true words, Pooky, and so sad for your loss, too…written with beauty and honesty. Take care, Lauren xx
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Thank you Lauren. It was a beautiful, beautiful day which helped!
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Beautiful thought…sorry for your loss.
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Thank you.
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I too had a family member pass away recently and found inspiration from the funeral day.
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