I’m not ready yet to say goodbye.
It’s not that I don’t know you’re gone or that I can’t accept the truth.
Rather, I’m still hanging on to our last “hello,” and hoping the feeling lasts longer than you.
You were so kind and sweet—not that fictitious stuff strangers say of one they never knew.
You were unbelievably true—a rarity of goodness—one of the few.
It’s harder still to say goodbye when I feel I wasn’t as kind as you.
You gave us love and friendship and Mary I do miss you.