Never say good-bye

There are so many times that I have had to say goodbye… Some worse than others but for the most part the hurt and tears were about the same. I have never been good with goodbyes because I don’t like to cry. Normally when I do cry it’s something that really bothers me or it has hurt me bad enough to show deep emotion. The worst goodbye I ever had to say was to my great grandpa that died but when I said my goodbye he was already gone so I don’t think that will really count. My other worse goodbye was to my first dog when I was little he got hit and when I saw him he wasn’t gone yet and I said goodbye but I don’t think that particularly works either. So for one that does work would be 2 years ago saying goodbye to my grandparents because they moved half way across the U.S. They are currently living in Wyoming and it has been a year since I have seen them.

                The hardest part about saying goodbye to them was my brother and I were always with them. They were grandparents you could depend on. If I needed to be picked up from school to go to a doctor appointment or I needed someone to watch my brother while I went out they would. I also loved going over there just to hang out with them. It was hard but not as hard as I thought to say goodbye because of the reasoning behind them moving. My grandpas company that he worked for started to go downhill and so did the retirement money. They weren’t going to make enough in a week to even just barely survive. For what little time my grandpa had left in the working field he had to get something better. A family friend works for the highway department in Wyoming. When a job opened up he offered it to my grandpa and my grandpa almost didn’t have a choice it had what he needed and not many places were hiring around here in his field of experties. He went for a job interview and we (being the family) didn’t think much about it. We didn’t really think they would end up moving so far away. When he got back it wasn’t two weeks later they were packing their things to leave. My grandma wasn’t leaving the same day as my grandpa because she had some other stuff she had to take care of but my grandpa had to get to his new job. The day he left we had a big party and when it was over the tears started to pour. I have never ever seen my grandpa cry and when I did that made it that much worse. Plus everyone else was crying. My grandpa and I were pretty close and so when we hugged and said goodbye it was really hard to let go. My grandma was even worse. She was what held my mom and I together she was our middle the compromise between every argument. She is awesome.

                They are only gone for 5 years hopefully just enough for my grandpa to get the money to retire. It still feels like eons though.