Goodbye, you will never see the ugly behind the word till you are older. I must confess not every word has a tragic or comedic story behind it. Sometimes it's just a story. Let me correlate reality with imagination.
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Fiction : Mr Fred was a retired shoe maker, the bet in the town. Every one knew Fred, his work was not always perfect but delayed. Many could argue that Mr Fred was to being old while others in the town said he was taking his time. His wife always told their customers if you want a good work call him but if you want a fast work, well you just have to find another. She called him sluggy old Fred. Mr Fred never liked that name but he had been married his wife for 67 years and she was the best when she is not making her silly jokes.
He was 3 years older than his wife and he at 89 always tod his wife he will go see his maker before her. She always tell him to stop it. Mrs Fred was lovely and old yet her love for Fred never grew old, and the thought of saying goodbye to him was unbearable.
Mr Fred on a faithful day was at his workshop, when he got a call from the hospital. Hello sir the nurse said, will you be kind enough to visit st. Hopkison memorial hospital. "Why" Mr Fred replied, I am healthy as an ox he added. No sir not you but your wife sir, she was admitted to the hospital. At this point Mr Fred imagination ran wild. Even at this age Mr Fred could not shake the feelings of death. He did never accept it.
He always joke with his wife about it but, but was never ready. Who to call, no one all his drinking pals were with their maker, and his only son died in the war. In service to his nation. Mr Fred took up his coat and hasted to the hospital.
On reaching there he shouted to the nurse at the reception stand, "where is she, where is Agatha, my wife". For 50 years now he had never called her Agatha only Mrs Fred. The nurse look at him and she was speechless. Sorry sir she is gone, thank goodness, gone home Mr Fred asked. No sir she kicked the bucket.
I didn't get to say goodbye. Those where the only words that could come out of his mouth. Mr fred was filled with sorrow and tears. He was old sluggish and grumpy, no one had ever seen him cry. But for the first time Mr Fred cried in public. All he could say was i didn't get to say goodbye, she was supposed to come after me.
The entire hospital staff took pity and asked him to go home they would take care of everything and call him for burial. He did wanted to wave when he was about leaving the hospital, like he'd always do when going to his workshop but no one will wave back.
Mr Fred got home and his neighbour were at his house trying to extend their heart felt condolence messages but met Mr Fred at a moment where he could not talk. He went up to their bed room, while he was going up he said goodbye.
Every one answered but no one thought he literally meant it.
Hours past and no one heard a sound, so they decided to go check up on him. There he was holding his wife's picture. A peaceful goodbye they said and left as they called the hospital.
Some said they could see their spirit running out of the house as Mr fred held his wife hands. Some laughed about it and said it was because he didn't say goodbye to his wife that she came back for him, other just said it was old age. Which ever view they had, they all accepted that Mr and Mrs Fred loved each other till their dying days.
The other side of goodbyes
Reality based imaginations
When I was a kid goodbye was one word I love to say, because I knew I will see them again. Back then when I was little I recall always waving goodbye to my dad when he was off to work, or when he drop me at school
Goodbye is sweat when it's not the end of the story, it's sweat when it's just suspense. I know you get what I mean.
It was not untill I was 16 years of age that I realised that not all good byes means see you soon. I first saw my a true goodbye when a I saw agony in grandma's eyes as she said her final good bye to her lover.
We are no stranger to goodbye, no one is, i can assure you that everyone here in this community has had to say goodbye to one thing or the other. Some to lovers, others to partners, while others to friends.
I won't say I have never had to say goodbye to friends or lovers. I have never just had a divestating one. Somehow I did always knew it will happen, "goodbyes", do i creat a shake observer that cushion the effect of the lost.
For goodbyes like death, those once you don't see coming are really the saddest of them all. How can one truly say goodbye to someone that won't wave back or acknowledge that they have heard or they will see you soon. Are they truly in a better place or are we just trying to find rest?
See it's hard to say goodbye to the one we love. Picture this I had a crush on a lady from primary school, I finally told her how I felt in university. But i realise she was not into me as much as I imagined it. I just had to say goodbye, it was hard, but I found comfort knowing she be okay. She will find someone better for her atleast.
But how then do we say goodbye to someone we don't know their faith huh, where is the comfort in that. We never really find that peace, the hours just fades away, like dust in the wind, along with the pain, never truly gone.
I have lost wonderful people, course mates, friends and a woman that was more than a mom to me. Even at that it was never a divestating goodbye. That was because I was either bever that close or I saw it and I was ready. Well for that friend of mine. We had dinner in my dream. Some say it's a bad omen but for me that was his goodbye. I did saw my grandfather too... It's like a thing for me.
The dead can't speak so they can't say goodbye. Hence the goodbye we say to them is one sided. How then do we say they are also saying goodbye. Goodbyes should not be one-sided. I learnt that after watching people say goodbye.
What am I saying? " It's not a goodbye if the person doesn't say it back". We all pray not to say such goodbye, you and I know it's just wishfully thinking. Someday I know I will have to say such goodbye to someone very close or someone close will have to say it to me. If it's to me I just hope they know I acknowledge it and I wave back. It's not wrong to live each day as your last. Live in the moment with consciousness of the future.
Remember they say we learn from everything. I don't think we learn from one sided goodbyes. Death, yes, it reminds us we are mortals, but what do we learn from a wave that was not reciprocated.
Well that's why you read the prompt maybe you can tell me.
Go ahead I am all ears.
I for one will always be ready to say goodbye to lover, friend, and life. Nothing last forever. Just know that we will see soon. So i say to you Good bye
Forgive me, I tried to blend fictional with reality. I hope it's not really seen as non fiction.
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You have an interesting perspective on saying goodbye, @sabiukpa. You have tagged your story as fiction, but there doesn't seem to be a story here. A story has an arc--a beginning, a crisis, and a resolution. This is more an exposition on ways to say goodbye. Also, you address the reader directly, which is not advised in a story.
We hope these pointers will help you to fashion your stories more effectively in the future.
Thank you. Keep writing!
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