Last Things

This week has been another round of "lasts."  Last class.  Last test.  Last Mass.  Last meal.  Last goodbye.  I've had quite a few of these in my life, so you'd think I'd be good at them, but alas.  Sometimes you don't know quite what to say or how to say it until it's too late.  And the looming problem is always: when will I see you again?

This goodbye has been especially bittersweet.  In my two years at St. Mary's, I have met a number of great people and had some very good times.  But I also am looking forward to what the future holds.  But I also will miss some good friends.  But I will make more.

As much as I complained, and we all do, St. Mary's was my home for two years.  For every thing that bugged me, there were many more that made up for them. 

There are always too many people to say goodbye to, so I always miss some.  There are always some things that I wanted to do, either for the first time or one more time, but I run out of time.

As I prepare to drive away from St. Mary's one last time, I cannot help but have these mixed feelings of missing but looking forward.  There is always that part that worries about the unknown future and wants to plant heels in the comfortable past.  But I trust in God, and I know whatever He has planned for me will be worth it.  I just have to put the effort forward to say my best goodbyes and hope I leave as much an impression on others as they do on me.

Thank you, St. Mary's.