"What was the hardest thing you've been through?" Yeah. That was today's post prompt. I'm not sure I can answer this one, but I'll try.
I can say that I have been blessed and looking back there isn't one thing that pops out as the toughest thing I've ever been through. My family in general is healthy, alive and well. I have all four grandparents including a great-grandfather. My mother's brother died when I was still a baby, so I can't say that affected me as much as it did my parents. Nobody lives in a sea of roses (which by the way never made any sense to me. I kind of think roses stink and I wouldn't want to swim in their thorns), but I've had it good. I confess.
I suppose, if I had to point out a tough time, it'd be when we moved from Texas to Toronto. I couldn't understand the why's; I don't believe I really wanted to understand. I enjoyed self-pity.
Moves are exciting when they're over, but still to this day I can't say they're particularly fun no matter what I've left behind. It definitely has its upsides, and I don't regret our moves, but I'm supposed to pick something that I've been through that I didn't particularly enjoy. I suppose this would be it. Having all four grandparents, but living so far away. Holding my baby cousins in my arms one visit and watching them head off to first grade the next.
I'm not complaining, I know I have it easy. It's just never fun to say good-bye and come back to a rainy place with unfamiliar faces and seeds to sow without promise of a harvest.
But this month we'll be saying hello to our loved ones. I won't dwell on having to say good-bye. That time will come soon enough.
Funny isn't it? How good-bye is the thing that categorizes most of the tough stuff in life ..