My 3 1/2 year old grandson, Warren Finch, is big into waves. He insists on being 3 and a half and will correct anyone who fails to add the half. His parents persist in calling him Finch, so I've taken on the task of reminding him that his name is "Warren".
Anyway, he loves to stand in their driveway and wave goodbye whenever we visit. He waves and waves and wants to see waving in response. He recently told me that he waves goodbye even after he can no longer see the car.
This struck me as how we leave this world; our loved ones wave goodbye even though they can no longer see us. It is a comfort to know that they will be waving goodbye and then turning around and going on with life.
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