Any goodbye could be our last goodbye.
But never is this a more glaring possibility than when saying it to family and friends who live really far away.
And even more difficult to bear is their lingering presence in the small things they might leave behind; a single sock, a hair clip, the scent of their perfume in the pillows and sheets.
You feel their absence at the empty dinner table, in the silence of your once chaotic meals.
You hear their voices in those semi-conscious moments before you fall asleep.
You even miss their "wisdom"; those hours they spent in your room reminding you of how every decision you took led you down a path of self-destruction and then trying to tell you how to live your life.
I am just emotional today.
Goodbye, blue sky.