Ironically enough, as I was outside my church today, I glanced across the street and saw my former doc leaving for the last time. I saw him put his kid into a carseat of their car, and his brother (?) put a box into a u-haul and shut the back. Then they left.
I didn't wave or anything. I don't think he saw me. For about a quarter of a second I thought of crossing the street to say goodbye. But I realized I didn't have anything to say that wasn't bitter, disappointed, and sad.
So I let them go. I figure if I can't leave somebody with a blessing, it's better to just keep it to myself. But I'm still sad, bitter, and disappointed. Just feels like another part of my life that's dead-ended. I don't know where I'm going. My seafaring dad would call it a sea change. Yep, that's definitely it. I'm undergoing a sea change. But I don't know where I'm drifting.
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