The Long Farewell

Tomasso & Deanna, at Paese

It started before Thanksgiving with a lovely dinner with friends Tom & Deanna and has continued unabated since - saying arrivederci, ciao, so long, and farewell to friends and family, but never goodbye.  Goodbye is too permanent and sounds too final.  Farewell is the better word.

Marie R & Lucy C, in Mary's backyard



Mary H, in her backyard

Ana, Lucy & Marie, and Mary said farewell over Thanksgiving in Ottawa with a wonderful dinner in Mary’s newish home.  We all marvelled at Lucy’s proficiency with the electric carver, but then again, she is handy with power tools. 

The Chunkley's, at home

My mother and sister Mary said farewell at the curbside of the Ottawa train station. I was on the curb and they were in the car still dressed in their housecoats. Seems if it’s the morning and you’re 92 (my mother) or retired (my sister) clothing is optional.  I am still smiling.

Debbie O, at Canteen

 More dinners and coffee dates have followed and lots of wine has been consumed along the way.  It has been great to see old friends like Paula in Ottawa – a re-connection after 10 years, and Debbie who brings new meaning to the words family responsibility.

Jean C & John F, at John's Italian Cafe

Edward, and Lawrence, were unable to attend the going-away party, so we broke bread instead – excellent food and stimulating conversation – just what I cherish from a friend.

Lorenzo, at Mideastro

Zak & Lorenzo, at Mideastro

 These farewells have been special because my friends are very special people. I’m about to physically leave their lives for a time.  I suspect it’s as hard for them as it is for me.  Yet saying farewell is part of the process of leave-taking and I honour it for what it allows – the chance to affirm a relationship, say I love you, and depart happy in the knowledge that a new hello is in the future.

Leah P, at Timothy's