I wish it would rain. Then maybe this sadness that fills me will finally find a release. Last week I failed to say goodbye. It wasn’t intentional. I wanted to say goodbye. I just couldn’t bring myself to get up and face the children that were leaving.
I spent three months of my life living with these children. Seeing them off to school. Cooking meals for them. Making sure that they took their baths and went to bed on time. These wonderful children became the center of my life for three short months.
Now these children are gone and I never said goodbye. I deal with the silence of their absence and wonder. Why couldn’t I be brave enough to say goodbye?