{"id":211,"date":"2013-10-31T09:19:00","date_gmt":"2013-10-31T13:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/162.243.23.127:8081\/2013\/10\/31\/saying-goodbye\/"},"modified":"2013-10-31T09:19:00","modified_gmt":"2013-10-31T13:19:00","slug":"saying-goodbye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/?p=211","title":{"rendered":"Saying Goodbye"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-KW-6txKaROE\/VoGmqcch29I\/AAAAAAAAEQ4\/mQMCgjlcJAE\/s1600\/The%2Bworld%2Bis%2Bround.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-KW-6txKaROE\/VoGmqcch29I\/AAAAAAAAEQ4\/mQMCgjlcJAE\/s320\/The%2Bworld%2Bis%2Bround.jpg\" width=\"240\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">As I struggled to write an email to a friend that has been given a short time to live, I am somberly contemplating goodbyes. &nbsp;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">I realized, a long time ago, I am not good at saying goodbye. &nbsp;As a child, I was the girl that was homesick at camp; I cried when my parents dropped me off, I cried when they left after coming to visit, and I cried just about every night. &nbsp;As an adult, I cry when I am driving away from their home. &nbsp;I really cried dropping both of my boys off at college and when I had to say goodbye to my beloved dog. I wept, writing an email to a friend prior to her death on August 9th. &nbsp;I had not seen her in many years but that didn&#8217;t matter. &nbsp;There was a heart connection that had never been severed and I hated it for her family, her friends and all those whose lives she touched. &nbsp;I wept, today, writing the other email to my other friend who will also soon go to be with Our Lord. &nbsp;I weep for his family, his friends and for the hole that will be left on this earth with him gone. &nbsp;Recently there have been families that have had to say goodbye to their children, a journey I cannot imagine taking.&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">When I work with people, in life coaching and organizing, I realize, we struggle with all kinds of goodbyes. We all struggle to let go of items that represent the past that is no longer. &nbsp;We struggle with saying goodbye to a relationship. We struggle to say goodbye to bad habits, unhealthy lifestyles, and unhealthy thoughts. We struggle to say goodbye to our comfort zone. &nbsp;We struggle with parting with memories. &nbsp;We weep for what was, what might have been and what we sometimes fail to see can be. &nbsp;&#8216;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">Goodbye is just hard. &nbsp;Goodbye is the pain of change. &nbsp;Goodbye is not just words, it is an unbelievable cry of the heart. &nbsp;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">Goodbye is hard and a period of grieving is an absolute must. But after that period of grieving is over you can choose to continue to grieve what&#8217;s gone or you can begin to build on what was and continue to try and live your best life now&#8230;&#8230;living with purpose, living with things that bring you joy now&#8230;..in other words, living in the present. &nbsp;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">I may never get good at the act of goodbye, but I pray I get better at knowing when to say goodbye, when I need to move on after the goodbye, &nbsp;and to live the life I have been given. &nbsp;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\">So for now, I won&#8217;t say goodbye, I&#8217;ll say TTFN (ta ta for now). &nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I struggled to write an email to a friend that has been given a short time to live, I am somberly contemplating goodbyes. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I realized, a long time ago, I am not good at saying goodbye. &nbsp;As a child, I was the girl that was homesick at camp; I cried when my parents [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,5,6,14,26,32,33],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-211","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-change","category-de-clutter","category-emotional-clutter","category-heartache","category-margin-in-life","category-saying-goodbye","category-tears"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/211","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=211"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/211\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=211"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=211"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peggywbarnes.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=211"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}