Life is always in motion. An infinite series of comings and goings. Some are permanent. Some are temporary. Some are . . . somewhere in between.
I seem to have the most problems with those in between.
I saw someone leave today that came into my life a little over a year ago. Living on a boat in a small marina, you develop close relationships with people, if nothing else, because you live in very close proximity to them. I had no distinct emotion when thinking about their upcoming departure. It was not until their boat was underway and I was walking along the dock following them and reached the end of my ability to follow that their leaving struck me. My life had just changed.
No doubt I will see them again, but the emotion that stirred in me by their setting sail was unexpected.
Lots of thoughts about that. Lessons to be learned? I am sure.