Can someone kill the person who created GOODBYES?

The ‘old farmhouse’ (it seems to have lost a wall)

On Sunday morning I had brunch with my mother and two of my sisters (it’s a regular thing we do). It’s normally a cheery time, but they were particularly quiet at first. I think they were a little sad I’m leaving on Wednesday and won’t be back until Christmas. Then, in January I’m moving away permanently to live at the old farmhouse.

I told them I only had a few more things to pack and do before I leave and on my ‘to do’ list was a pedicure.

One of my sisters looked under the table at my feet and said, ‘You’ll need one – otherwise they won’t let you on the plane. They’ll think those toenails are weapons.’ As usual, we got the giggles and my mother didn’t get the joke. Then, it seemed as if everything we said was funny.

I’m sure people must look at us sometimes and say, I wonder what those cats are on!?

My mother is treasurer at her church and told us that they were thinking of combining three churches and only having one treasurer for all three, so she may not be doing the treasury job for much longer. One of my sisters asked her who was thinking of combining the churches. My mother lifted her pointy finger at the roof and said, ‘you know – management.’ My other sister said, ‘who – God?’

And it was on again – more giggling.

We went shopping and my mother surprised me by buying me an Android Notepad for my birthday (which is at the end of this month). It was a very sweet thing to do – although she did tell everyone in the store that I was a famous writer, which was a little embarrassing because no one’s ever heard of me. Have I ever told you? She’s my biggest fan (as long as I don’t use any curse words in my stories).

I’m looking forward to my new life, but I know I’ll miss a lot of things I have here. The regular Sunday morning get-together with my sisters and mother will be one of them.

Why are Goodbyes always so hard…