Of saying our "Goodbyes"

We go through seasons of change. We start out as one person and end up becoming somebody different who just looks the same.

My first year was like the rains. It started with a flood of tears, dark thunderous clouds of doubt and minute flashes of a bright future. Knowing there were 59 others in the same boat made it better. Eventually you learn to love and sing with the rain. With shaky feet you learn to walk that slippery path hoping it leads to some solid ground.

Second year was brief. Almost like the autumn breeze; pleasant, peaceful, fun and free. We had our share of warm fuzzes and fall outs, soul searching and dream catching. The ground we stood on felt warm and sturdy. Smiles were shared and memories made. Just like that, it passed and with it happiness.

Winter (TY) brought with it abandonment. Our class, half full. Our teachers, some left, others didn’t teach us anymore. But there was beauty in all of this too. We grew closer, dependable and hopeful. We grew up. We had to.

Our IV’s were our seasons of spring. Ten days of breaking the ice, spreading hope and sharing happiness (rooms, secrets, clothes, toilets and memories).

 Our lives; the long summer will start soon. All we can do, is saddle up and take it on with all its seasons, and there will be many, just never the same.