I HATE GOODBYES

That's it. I know goodbyes will never get easier or less painful. I hate them. Just pr*ying for Father to be my strength, my sustainer, my hiding place, my confidante, my refuge, my everything in the next few weeks. I'd like to think that this first goodbye was the worst one, but it's not going to be. They're all going to be hard and painful and tear-filled. That's my thinker trying to poke its head out amidst all this feeling.