THE LONG GOODBYE
I have walked away from many things in my life.
In the main it was from a life I did not wish to live.
Selfishly it has been easy for me to walk away from whatever it was I did not agree with.
Sometimes I do wonder if I should had taken roots in the places that I had lived : Penang, Kuala Lumpur, London, Perth, Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide : And if I did what would it have made my life into?
But I had grown accustom to the excitement of new surroundings every few years of my life.
New beginnings promise so much.
But in doing so I have walked away from two people that I love: My Father and Mother : Walked away from them long before my time with them should have been over.
And to both of them I have never said my goodbyes.
No regrets but there is this dull ache within me that reminds me that I could have had more time with them if I chooses to do so.
And so to those of you that do have “issues” with your Father and Mother, with those that you love, take time out to ponder.
Death is so final.
There is no going back.
There is no “another time”.
There is only the long goodbye.
I have made my peace with myself in not saying goodbye to my parents.
There is no forgiving my over sight, only a promise I made to myself to not do the same to those that I love who are still with me.