I've gotten really good at saying good-bye over the past few years. My husband and I were just talking about this very fact the other night. Ethan will be turning 5 years old in May (Oh My Goodness!!!) and during his life we have had to say a lot of Good-Byes.
The first good-bye was when my sister (well, technically, half-sister) passed away just two days after learning we were pregnant with Ethan.
Then, just four short weeks after Ethan's birth, my Grandfather had a very sudden stroke and passed away just a few days later on 7-7-07, just 7 days from his 77th birthday. I will admit, this was the hardest good-bye I had said up until this point in my life.
Then September 2, 2009 was the day our 2nd child and only daughter was born quietly. We said good-bye to Shyla Joy before she was born. It would take lots longer than 5 minutes to describe this good-bye.
Just 14 months after that, in November of 2010, our third child, Jakin, developed a heart condition and passed away just days before Thanksgiving. Again, nothing I have ever experienced before is harder than saying good-bye to your baby, no matter how tiny they are.
2011 was a easier year as far as good-byes. The only thing we said good-bye to was the idea of having any more biological children.
Now, just a few months into 2012, we have said good-bye to my uncle and my father within a week of each other.
Then we said good-bye to one of the sweetest baby faces I have ever seen as we placed him back in his birth mother's arms after six days.
I guess the good thing about all of these good-bye's is that they are not permanent. As Ethan said when we released balloons at Shyla's graveside service, "See you later!!!"
Well...my five minutes are up!