Saying goodbyes as an adult 🤍
Recently, I had to deal with two significant departures:
(1) Leaving my job — a company I spent many years with, a team I enjoyed, and a role I genuinely loved.
(2) Losing a friend — suddenly, in a horrific way. She was one of the kindest humans I’ve ever met. Losing her was a great loss.
It’s not my first time dealing with departures.
I’ve left jobs before.
I’ve lost people before (wrote a post about it)
But going through both in close succession this time… it felt different.
It felt deeper.
It felt raw.
It felt weird.
What’s particularly strange was how life just keeps going.
The company continued running, my team carried on, things moved as usual.
Me being gone was a shocker, but not a changer.
My friend’s family, on the other hand, now faces a hole that can never be filled.
Grief slowly becomes part of their “new normal.”
Life still continues, but differently.
Eventually, scars remain, memories fade, new realities form.
Those who’ve left become history.
Gone, but not forgotten.
And for the living?
Maybe what we can do is to make a part of them live through us:
The lessons, the values, the kindness, the courage.
Because memories fade.
But if we internalize them, live them out, act them out,
they become part of who we are.
Be kind.
Be strong.
Be good.
Be amazing.
Be a bit like the person you lost, especially the best parts of them.
Would the departed be comforted by that? I don’t know.
But it gives meaning to the living.
And perhaps, when it’s our turn to depart,
we would’ve passed that spark on.


























