The thing about the second goodbye was that this time, we knew Idina was doing well. We didn't have to wonder if she'd die after we left. No, this time - even though it was still so hard - we knew that Idina had committed herself to recovery, by the Grace of God.
As we hugged Idina goodbye, I felt tears slide down my face. No, saying goodbye wasn't easy, no matter how well Idina was doing.
And as we drove away, I looked back and waved at Idina. She waved back. I watched her until our car was so far away that she'd faded into the horizon.
I turned back and looked outside. Strange how life goes on, even when it feels like your heart has stopped beating in your chest.