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UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
Yesterday was my last day working in the bookstore…
a bittersweet moment for me….
as Deborah and I prepare to move from Florida to NC.
As I walked away for the last time…I turned around to look
and think about all the friends and memories
I’ve made among those books.
I thought about all the moments I know I’ll never forget…
all the amazing people I have worked with…
all the wonderful strangers I have met.
The wide diversity of people and families who walked through our front doors…
looking for books about politics, humor, fiction…music, sports and dinosaurs.
How from the moment I walked in…until yesterday…the years have seemed to fly
but there is one thing I learned while in the store:
I don’t have to say goodbye.
It was in a book about the Cherokee Indians…that one day caught my eye
where I learned how the Cherokee language has no word for goodbye.
There are no goodbyes when someone leaves…but there is a moment when…
they say Donadagohvi to each other…
which means…until we meet again.
Because there is great comfort believing…friends will again be seen
no matter how long the interlude…no matter how much time between.
I love that concept…no farewell statement when one decides to fly
no adios, no swan song…no need to say goodbye.
As Deborah and I turn the page on our next chapter…
I’ve reached that moment when
I say to the bookstore and all the friends I’ve made…until we meet again.
So Donadagohvi everyone…until we meet once more…
How wonderfully appropriate I learned this word…
while working in the store.
