I could list the number of friends I've driven away from; the number of car (or airplane) windows my slobbery nose has pressed up against; the times I've been the one left, particularly by my own children at this stage of life. If not people, I could name the habits I've attempted to say good riddance to or the thoughts I've tried to bury.
All of the above and a host of other categories have wrecked me in their own time, but in the well-worn path of repetition, I've become an experienced goodbye maker. Except with this one pesky thing that actually frames a life: seasons.
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