Saying Good bye to my friends at graduation, I spent the entirety of my party wiping my eyes and choking down sobs. Saying good bye to my mom at the airport was even worse. After hugging and crying I would walk away, only to return 10 seconds later to repeat the process a few more times.
Yesterday, I had to say good bye to my friend Corey. He is going on a mission to Ukraine for 2 years, in which time he cannot call or visit with friends and family what-so-ever.
We met at the very beginning of the semester and formed a solid group of friends. Since then, we have rarely gone a day without seeing each other. Practically every night we would stay up playing games, watching movies, getting late night transfer meals, or simply talking. Our group of friends has been so attached that I really cannot imagine my life without them.
On Monday night we held a grand good bye. After a splendid trip to the famous Pie, we walked back to the dorms, made hot chocolate and exchanged Secret Santa Gifts. The price limit was $7.00, but I didn't follow that rule in the least. The name I picked out of a hat was Corey's and so I knew I had to give him something he would love. I bought him a Lord of the Rings Journal (he is absolutely, astronomically obsessed) and wrote him a long heart-felt note on the first page of it. Along with the journal, I included Cookie Butter and lots of PEZ (his favorite candy). The festivities went fabulously and Corey adored his presents, but the whole time I just couldn't feel happy. I knew a good bye was coming.
In just a short day, it was time for the actual good bye. I held my breath and bit my lip, while hugging him for at least 5 minutes straight. Then he was gone. His room looks so empty and depressing. There is a whole that is gaping open. Just like with all my other good byes, I will need to adjust.
But then, at the end of Spring semester, another one goes. Pace, one of my best friends, is following in Corey's footsteps and leaving on his mission in June. I don't know how I will be able to handle repeating this process again.
Sometimes I wonder, why I chose a school with so many Mormons, knowing that I would have to say good bye to the close friends I spent my first semester in college making...
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