My Episcopal priest friend recently announced that she is leaving her church in Vicksburg to answer the call of a new church in a nearby town. I am happy that she is going to a much better situation, but will be sad to see her go.
When I asked her about the possibility of getting together once she got to her new church, she made those polite excuses about probably not having time since her new church would be bigger, more to do, etc.
I can take a hint when applied with a sledgehammer. I was her friend for a season. There when she needed me as she coped with what turned out to be a very difficult parish. There to sing for special occasions. There to help come up with activities for her tiny, but dedicated, youth group.
So, I prepare to say goodbye to my friend, knowing that any future contact will probably be limited to chance meetings, if at all.
My life has been richer for knowing her. I have enjoyed our time together. And I will get over my temporary hurt and remember the joy.
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2 comments:
{{KK}} - saying good by to a "season" friend is hard.
love you...
~c
hypxs
((Karen)) this kind of good-bye is tough.
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