What I won’t stop.

I used to think the worst “last times” were the unforeseen ones.

Now I’m convinced they are the ones I can see speeding towards me in a head-on collision.

I would give anything to stop (some of) them. The era-ending ones. The ones that turn relationships into memories.

But the only way I’ll STOP goodbyes is when I become a goodbye too.

How ironic.

It’s not like waiting for some far off but inevitable explosion of the sun. It’s being tied to train tracks.

Life goes by so quickly. Tick tock.

Sorry.

I’ll only endure them by trusting God.

But I’ll be weak with goodbyes before I can propel myself forward with the lessons and love I absorbed when they were with me.

I wish it could be different.

“I wish.” That should be the title of my memoir one day. Or maybe anyone’s.

I can’t stop them.

I can only stop myself. But I never will.