Peachblossm: Saying Goodbye

From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Saying Goodbye

Packing has become a brutal nightmare, so to relieve the stress I'm blogging a bit. Not that saying goodbye is any easier. I find a new stress pimple every morning now. And since we've said goodbye to someone every night recently I'm calling them my 'good-bye' pimples. So here's goodbye to:

To our neighbors (Sophia, Justin and Attie) who are just stinkin' awesome.

To the Fitch's (we'll have to get better pictures, cauze this was taken at 1 AM... and I don't think any of the girls had makeup on...) who are the MOST generous hosts EVER!

I'm honestly not sure if they could be any awesomeer.

To the Skembo gals (and Mike and Janika of course... we'll have to get a picture with them too) who have been our family when everyone else left.

To the girls from Girls Night who help me not lose my sanity. Or we are all losing it together... hmmm (notice three of us have babies with us, one left her's at home and someone is still cooking her little baby.... right, sanity, focus... we can keep it).