The day did contain some hurt. It hurts to think about it.
When I came into church this morning, I saw two beautiful girls: Veronica and Sherry.
They hugged me and said, “This is our last service here.”
It hit me all at once. All this stuff got to Shirley, so now, she is leaving too. And taking her family, my friends, with her. They weren’t even staying for the main service. They were leaving after Sunday School. I walked them out to their car and I probably hugged Veronica and Sherry ten times each. Sure, I’ll see them again. But it won’t be the same. They told me to visit anytime. And I will.
Other than that, the day was good. The service was great. I talked to Jenna and Tenielle a little. It was nice.
Ryan and Amy were there in the morning.
Ryan is still beautiful.
Veronica is still beautiful.
Christi is like a shadow of the past.
These three girls meant so much to me. Where are they now?
I recall all the events in my mind. All the talks. All the walks. The innocence.
I wish I could go back, but life doesn’t work that way.
Yesterday is yesterday. And tomorrow is still a day away.
I’m afraid I was right when I said that life is simply a collection of greetings and farewells and the love you share in-between.
I want so bad to get to know Jenna and Tenielle. But I’m scared. Whoever says “hello,” must one day say “goodbye.”
I don’t want to get close because my day to say goodbye is coming in eight months.
Goodbye to everyone but my God and my Book of Days.