Goodbye is the Loneliest Word

Little boys certainly grow up to be men. 

Little Nathan today, my lunchtime companion, that disrupted my quiet long lunch at his Dad's cantina. I let him play with my iPad. We took pictures, played games and talked. After about thirty minutes, it was time for me to leave, as I was walking away little Nathan walked to his dad, leaving me at the door. His dad said, "Nathan don't you want to say goodbye to the nice lady you've been sitting with?" Nathan didn't budge. He just had his back turned to me. His dad kept urging him to turn and look or at least wave goodbye, but Nathan, at 3 years old, could not do that. His dad said to me, "I can't understand it." I laughed and said, "I know why. He doesn't want to watch me leave."

Men always have a way of avoiding goodbyes. Sometimes they bring it on and it becomes inevitable in dealing with them. But when the time comes to say goodbye, close the lid on the relationship, they often have a hard time saying it. They know it's occurring but they cannot go through the formalities. It becomes that macabre dance that is suddenly the hardest thing for them to do. A goodbye in and of itself is sad because it represents a parting whether temporary or otherwise regardless it still has to be said. 

I hope I get to see Little Nathan again. 

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