Second GoodbyeMature

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.

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