Farewell and Goodbye

Tonight was our local high school’s graduation. As a School Board member, it is the highlight of my year to watch each student walk across the stage to receive his/her diploma. It’s exciting and sweet and hopeful and nostalgic.

Some of the kids stride confidently across the stage, eager to shake the Principal’s hand and receive the diploma. Others skitter across quickly, barely looking at the Principal as they grab the diploma and run down the stairs. And there’s always the handful of kids who boogie or saunter or strut rather comically, eliciting hoots and howls from the audience. It’s fun and funny!

The walk across the stage speaks volumes about one’s personality – it’s almost as though you can tell what their futures will look like. Except that you can’t.

While we said farewell to these kids tonight – wishing them to “fare” “well” in the coming years, we said goodbye to another kid who walked across this stage just one year ago. On that day, one never would’ve guessed that Cole would be gone one year later. He was a bright, funny, loved and pretty amazing young man. He was on the cusp of great things. It is a tremendous loss.

The emotional rollercoaster of saying farewell to the Class of 2014 and saying goodbye to Cole, all within 24 hours, is really too much to bear. I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch the graduates move their tassels and throw their caps into the air. I hold back the tears as I hear Pomp & Circumstance during the recessional. I smile with somber pride as I watch the graduates posing for pictures, hamming it up with their friends, and just BEAMING with relief/pride/happiness that they have graduated.

It was this same scene last year for Cole. He walked across that stage – confidently, I’m sure. He was happy and on top of the world with his friends. He posed for pictures with his loving and proud family. He had a great summer. He went off to college. He played baseball there and even received the team's Newcomer’s Award – quite an honor.

His family and friends will lay him to rest tomorrow. It will be a moving celebration of his life, but also incredibly difficult to say goodbye. So, let’s not. Instead, let’s say farewell.

Farewell acknowledges a parting, with the expectation that you will see each other again – wishing them well until you’re together again. Goodbye has more permanence to it. With that in mind, as a person of faith, it really is more of a “farewell” to Cole than goodbye. RIP sweet boy. Until we all meet again…

What I learned today: Life is short. Carpe diem.