So Long, Fare Well Grandpa

It’s supposed to rain today. It seems appropriate. Today I will see my grandpa for one of the last times before he is laid to rest. and i wanted to say good bye…so long…fare well. typing these words now, i realize the actual meaning in how they were so meticulously designated for these exact situations. its easy to say so long to a friend that you will see in a few days, it really isn’t gonna be SO LONG now is it? But it will be long before i get to give my grandpa a warm hug, to hear him sing, to hear the thunder of his mighty claps. and thats sad. It really will be so long. its appropriate. so where is the phrase that gives good bye’s the sort of sadness they deserve? The my-heart-hurts-when-you’re-gone, or the you’ll -be sorely missed sort of parting words. Perhaps, thats the things with goodbyes, they’re too sad to even merit proper terminology. It’s already hard enough to say goodbye without feeling bad about it. and i do. feel bed, sad, a little empty. I’ll miss this great man. I’ll miss how he perpetually fared well, dressed well, loved well, ate well, believed well and most of all lived well. It may be long before i see you, but not long that we will all miss you, miss you to tears. its supposed to rain today. and really, that seems appropriate.