One Hundred Times To Say Goodbye . . .

Ryan was talking with a co-worker last week who made the comment of how lucky he was to have all this time with his mom. You know, to say goodbye. Ryan told him he has said goodbye about one hundred times, it's not as great as you think. I can't get that phrase out of my head. So, today during Sacrement meeting I wrote down some thoughts:

One Hundred Times To Say Goodbye
One hundred times to say goodbye,
one hundred times to leave.
One hundred times to hear my name
one hundred cheek on cheek

Every time I say goodbye I wonder,
"Is this my last?"
Make sure to love, and kiss and hug
Tomorrow is our past

She dies a little bit each day
With her, my heart dies too.
I assumed those final moments, my grieving,
would help do.

But:
One hundred times to say goodbye
one hundred times to leave,
I memorize my name aloud
And touch my hand to cheek.