Good-bye
Dear __________,
I’m writing to submit my resignation. In two weeks, we’ll no longer bicker about the arbitrary placement of commas, the lack of lookie-loos, the quiet emptiness that creates a distance now too large for us to connect with one another. I’m not sure if it’s your age or hair color or social status but we never did connect. The closest we came was after his death. Your wisdom, experience, and hair color came in handy. You lived through something similar, actually, something far worse than similar.
You know what it is to say good-bye—to wake up the next day and continue living life as though none have ever ended. You have immense strength. I have learned from you. It is not easy doing this, saying good-bye. Every time I do it, I feel a walnut in my stomach. I’m a glutton for guilt.
As you know, we will keep in touch (we always do). It will be like before, only with more time in between.
—Until one day we think to ourselves, “When was the last time I saw her? She was wonderful.”
AKR
