I haven’t posted in a while I know. That isn’t due to a lack of possible content, but more because I feel there hasn’t exactly been anything to post. Until now that is.
What you’re about to read won’t be pretty, elegant or eloquent – after all, it is part of my ‘Untitled’ collection – but it will be brutally honest about my opinion/feelings on goodbyes, drawing on personal experience with the odd observation added in.
First of all, I would like to make one thing clear, goodbyes suck. At least, in my opinion they do. The dictionary definition for goodbye is: “an expression of good wishes when parting or at the end of a conversation”. To be honest, I think this is pretty weak. I believe that J.M Barrie hits the nail on the head in Peter Pan when he wrote “never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting”. It is a poignant line that has stayed with me for many a year. Why? Well, because it is true.
It’s 368 days since I landed back in the UK after a 6 week excursion to Australia’s East Coast.
I said then that my goal would be to return within 12months – I never expected to come close to completing the feat however.
I’ve had such a great time back in Milton Keynes though, creating a lot of fantastic memories along the way. I’ve made new friends and re-connected with old ones. More importantly I’ve spent a lot of time with my family.
“Danger? Hah! I laugh in the face of danger!” – Simba, The Lion King
Have you ever felt just completely numb? I don’t mean in the sort of numb that occurs when you’re cold or if you’ve been given a dead leg. I mean numb as in… well, that’s exactly it. I don’t know. There are no words to describe it.
I think there’s a lot of people who are feeling like that now, and a lot more who will when they wake up.
For the past three or four hours I’ve gradually seen the news spread of Matt Dunkley’s death. And as the news has spread, tributes, messages and pictures have been slowly filling up every corner of my news feed. This isn’t one of those times when the person being mourned is someone we have never met and were never likely to meet but we were sad because of who they were and what they did. A lot of people knew Matt Dunkley. A lot of people cared about him. A lot of people will miss him.
I’m not even sure I should be writing this post. I hadn’t known him since we were kids. I hadn’t gone to school with him. I wasn’t even one of his closest friends at University… but he was still a friend and, in some strange sort of way, a mentor.