In 1994, I was reunited with a Dallas friend at the Fells Point, Baltimore market. We met once or twice; she was expecting her first child; we had dinner at her home. I didn’t get to say goodbye when we moved from Baltimore, and I’ve lived with that regret. Her name is Monica.
Fast forward to 2020: I reunited with Monica when I moved back to Dallas. We had dinner with her husband, Dov, and her in 2020 and again in 2022. Life moves quickly…
We went to her art exhibition and an art show in her neighborhood. Monica is a fabulous, creative artist. Monica was also my French teacher last year at SMU.
Last night, we joined about a hundred of Monica’s other friends to bid her and Dov farewell. They are moving from Dallas. I got closure this time. I will never not say goodbye to friends.
Goodbyes are not just for expats. Goodbyes + strong hugs are a way to say, “I love you. I’ve enjoyed being with you.” And, “I wish you all the best, forever, wherever you live.”
A hui hou nō and au revoir, Monica.
Aloha,
Denise
