The beauty of goodbye...

One Art (Elizabeth Bishop) The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. -- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster As some of you might know, my maternal grandmother just passed away a few weeks ago. After months of having had to lay on the hospital bed, weary, she is finally now gone. This loss was my third major bid of farewell within the past two months - the first farewell was in August; I had to kiss goodbye Seattle, my home, and its people, who were very much dear to me. Within this peculiar window of time, I am learning the beauty of goodbye. When we perceive something as eternal, whether it is our home, friendship, family bond, et cetera,... us humans start taking these things for granted. Day by day just passed without meaning. We might stay in a particular city but have never lived it. We might see a particular person everyday, but we do not know who s/he is. We might have a relationship with that special someone, but as time passes by the romance is gone, and that special person turns into a person of convenience and nothing more. Our family at home, whom we know will always stand by us, we never really spend quality time with.  Funny, right? The truth is... things will go away in a blink of an eye, the world might not even give you  the time to be surprised. I never want to look back with regrets, having not had spent enough quality time with people that I care for. I think the best relationships are the kinds that you realize will end. Thus you savor and enjoy each moment you have. People are usually saddened by death, and it is tearing them apart for a very unknown reason. I coped with my grandmother's death thinking and reflecting back on what she had done for us, the great person she had been. She had a good race and she was done. And yes, during her comatose period, I whispered my thank you to her for her cooking,.. her presence during my childhood... and I am sure she heard me saying goodbye.