Everything Must Come To An End

As the saying goes, “everything has to come to an end.”

I hate that saying.

Why does every good thing have to come to an end? Why can’t things last forever? What do good things have to be taken from us?

Today was my intern’s last day.

I’ve spent time getting to know her and ended up forming a friendship with her. In the summer we spent time walking around downtown hanging up posters for our Business of Integrity awards.

This was before the loss of her dad, which was quite detrimental to her and in part myself. While I didn’t disclose this information, when it happened, but I did cry for her. I cried for her because I pictured one day when my dad passes. Just thinking of that day makes my eyes fill up with tears. Not to mention, my parents are 600-something miles away and so, I don’t get to see them on a daily basis.

So, that combination made my heart hurt for her.

It still does.

And, when she told me she feels like there’s a huge gaping hole missing from her life due to losing her dad and how she’s not excited to graduate because she’s cripplingly sad, I get choked up all over again.

And, I’m not an emotional person whatsoever, so when I cry, it means something. I don’t cry often, but when I do, it’s hard to get me to stop. It seems it’s hard for me to hold it together.

While I can still see her and hang out, it won’t be the same.

Though, she wasn’t there every day, I know I’ll feel a sort of emptiness on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, but everything must come to an end and it’s time for her to move on. And, I guess I need to do the same.

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