Saying goodbye is never easy.

Especially when you don't really want to... especially when you aren't even sure it is being heard... especially when you know it is for the last time... especially when it is in the same hospital that my mother recently passed away in. I have lost friends in the past(not too many, actually) but I am not sure this is something one adjusts to. Every situation is as different as each relationship. Each person who passes represents a different sort of loss. And I don't think it is necessarily good to become "good" at dealing with loss or that it is somehow good to become used to it. Each situation is a new learning experience, I suppose. A lesson to remind us of the fragility and miracle of life in the first place. It is not a right that we, the living, can claim ownership to... we are truly lucky to experience it as much as we do. I guess it does remind me how little I recognize these thing and how much time I waste because of it. I should be much more proactive about chasing the things I want in life. The time I will get to find those things can come to an end anytime, unexpectedly or not. I'm soon to turn 40... is this my midlife crisis? Ha.