Yesterday I threw my farewell party for myself. It was surrealistic: not because there were all these people I love sitting in the same room, but because when they faded away, that was my cue to vanish into some new life.
The party itself was easy. It all seemed scripted: laugh at stuff, bound around talking to people, say goodbye “mwah, mwah, mwah”, clean up, go to sleep. But today is different. Everyone’s gone for good. I’m numb and gloomy with only a lot more packing in the immediate future and the vast unknown beyond.
I hope someone else got some good photos. If so, please send them to me. Mine are mediocre.
You can click the little “play” arrow at the lower-left of the photo box and it’ll zip you through all the images automatically, soundlessly.
Forlornly yours,
Ginna
I like your pictures, especially the ones of that lovely younger daughter of yours.
Don’t be saaad. You’re doing a good thing.
I’ve never seen a less somber going-away party!