I rarely say goodbye...I've rarely been in a position to say goodbye...My belief system allows for second, third, fourth...as many as needed...chances to get things right. A great deal of my life has been dedicated to people (including myself) who have made wrong turns, countless mistakes and repeated bad choices. Much of my income has been earned helping those people embrace who they are and not beat themselves up for what they did, or didn't, do and to subsequently choose a new path, or perhaps just a less harmful path. Goodbye and endings have never been my strong suit.
Talking, listening, showing, forgiving, waiting, working, trying new strategies, calling for help, seeking advice...basically staying in some sort of action has always been the better choice. One thing I rarely do, is give up. Endings are not my strong suit.
My sister said goodbye...I said goodbye to my sister. Perhaps people think it strange that it's been more than 2 years and there is still a huge, hollow, aloneness that follows me. I've tried, worked, strategized, called for help, sought advice, taken all the actions that I know in order to navigate this new territory. Saying goodbye has never been my strong suit.
The past eight months have been spent learning the process of letting go. I sought advice. I talked. I cried. I waited. I questioned. I waited some more. I looked for new paths. I attempted to embrace everyone involved with compassion and understanding.
My belief system does not allow for holding grudges. Which adds to my inability to say goodbye...there's always a chance. There's always a chance that things will improve. There's always a possibility that something will change. My belief system looks for the good in what's happening rather than in what's wrong. I look for the lesson rather than focus on blaming someone else for how I feel or behave. I thank the Universe for sending the person to teach me what I need to know and learn.
One of the reasons my sister died was her inability to say goodbye...to put an end to things that were killing her. Maybe holding on at her own expense was her stubborn pride in thinking she was strong enough to overcome, strong enough to manage, strong enough to not let that which was killing her...kill her. Maybe learning to let go and say goodbye is something she and I both have not been good at.
Goodbye has never been my strong suit....Killing myself to hold on isn't a good idea either.