Passing

Tomorrow I leave. I am sad. I'm so sad, I feel so lifeless. I'm really going to miss my mom. I'm really going to miss Vince. I'm really going to miss my aunts. I'm really going to miss Terri. I'm really going to miss Mrs. Meadows. I'm really going to miss my pals. I'm going to miss my Jessica.

Technology has made it possible for people to stay in constant communication with others. But, it's not the same. It's not the same as giving your mom a deep, warm hug. It's not the same as kissing your lover on her lips. It's not the same as playfully nudging your buddies. These are all gestures that don't require one single word. Yet, I will be rid of them soon. Only the residue of their touch will grace my being. Only the faint scent of ses parfume will remain. I'll experience great loss for a little while. I know this.

I'm not going to be bummed forever. I also know this.

This, too, shall pass.