I spent rather a long time at the airport today. I love going to the airport - I always bump into someone I know: I'm a small town gal at heart. But today was sad, as I said goodbye to a dear friend who is leaving the island. She might return one day - who knows? But it won't be soon.
A Swedish poem says, loosely translated:
Meeting and parting
Is the way life goes.
Parting and meeting
Is the song of hope.
I have had many partings. I have learnt to enjoy the joy of meeting - if only fleetingly. To treasure the moment. And so, even in the sadness of goodbyes, we had joy. The joy of revelling in our friendship. A good gift. A gift from God.
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