Cul de Sac

I drove past your street this weekend, on my way to lead a writing group, and for the first time I was able to say goodbye. Out loud, "Goodbye! I wish you well. You and your family. I hope you are happy and growing. I hope you learn some things as you travel. I hope you fulfill your soul!" And I kept driving. No tears. No remorse, no sadness even. Curiosity, sure. But I know I will see you again someday (Barnes & Noble, book signing, 2015? or so...) and we will smile as we look into each other's eyes and remember what was and what came to be and it will all be as it should be. Thank you for seeing, thank you for loving, thank you for not leaving. It will all be well. All is well. I hope you are well.