The past few days/weeks have been chock full of goodbyes. I said goodbye to Mark and Matthew when they left for Tucson and then again when I left them in Tucson. I said goodbye to my extended family after vacation knowing that I won't see most of them for another year. I am sad to say goodbye to friends who I won't see for the next ten months and am trying to prepare myself for the goodbyes to come when I leave Gwen at college.

But tonight I was reminded that not all goodbyes are sad. After leaving Gwen's dance performance, I headed out to my car and saw a familiar vehicle. Someone drove by in the 1997 Honda Odyssey we sold in June. I easily recognized each dent and scrape and when I drove past it I saw the cracked windshield. That's when I remembered that not all goodbyes are sad.