When I stop to think about good-byes, I think about the
big ones. The sad ones. The ones that haven’t even happened yet. But our
parting traditions are generally so habitualized we hardly think about the
gestures, phrases, and rituals we practice daily.
Parting phrases, in particular, click off the tongue
like a compulsion, or run together like a meaningless alphabet soup of
acceptable phrases (Brian Regan’s “Take luck and care for it” comes to mind).
We rely on tradition and habit to make such transitions with minimal effort.
But we do still take some time to acknowledge those transitions.
Even in such a mobile culture, where we consider
ourselves independent if not disconnected, we acknowledge separation. We
express it. We use the air in our lungs moving through us to say good
bye.
We say it in just about any context, whether it’s a
daily occurrence or an extended leave. Even when it’s final, and someone is
dead and arguably unable to hear us, we still say goodbye. In formal situations
and the most un-ceremonial encounters. With people we barely know, people we
meet in passing, and those we hold most dear.
God is in our good byes. A Dios. A Dieu. Even in
English, from “God be with you” to Shakespeare’s “God b’wy”, to modern day
good-bye. Good-byes are scary. Even the small ones seem to sum up this
questionable existence we have on Earth. So naturally we call upon God.
Even if we don’t mention a specific deity, a good bye
is often prayerful. An appeal. A blessing. A hope.
Fare well.
Have a good day.
Rest in peace.
We can’t give these things to people, but we offer it
like a gift. We wish it for them.
Au Revior. Hast la vista. Auf Wiedersehen
See you later. Until I see you. Until later. Catch you
later. Like it or not, I will see you and I will latch onto you. This-is-not-good-bye
Good-bye.
It can be full of the most Intense emotions, or said without any thought or feeling, but the parting wouldn’t seem right without some expression.
God bless.
Toodles (from the French, à tout à l'heure).
Remember we are all aspects of one universal soul (Or, Namaste).
Keep it real.
Happy trails.
Piss off.
I miss you already.