It IS hard to say goodbye

So last night I was listening to some music at work and the song “hello - goodbye” started playing and I realized two things.
(1) This song has more meaning to me now than it did when I first heard it.
(2) It is the anniversary of Corine’s passing.

Let me explain the first point. The lyrics in the song go like this…

Where’s the navigator of your destiny,
Where is the dealer of this hand
Who can explain life and it’s brevity
Cause there is nothing here that I can understand

You and I have barely met
and I just don’t want to let go of you yet.

Noah hello goodbye
I’ll see you on the other side.

Noah sweet child of mine
I’ll see you on the other side.

And so I hold your tiny hand in mine
For the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face

Heaven calls for you Before it calls for me
When you get there save me a place

A place where I
(a place where you and I)
Can share your smile
(I can share your smile)
And I can hold you for more than just a while

Noah hello goodbye
I’ll see you on the other side.

Noah sweet child of mine
I’ll see you on the other side.

OHHHHOHHHHOHHHOHH
I’ll see you on, I’ll see you on,
I’ll see you on I’ll see you on the other side

Noah hello goodbye
I’ll see you on the other side.

Noah sweet child of mine
I’ll see you on the other side.

Repeat

Now I remember hearing this song a long time ago. And I remember reading the story behind it.
Apparently some friends of Michael W Smith’s Had a baby they named Noah. He was born early or with a defect (can’t quite remember which) and died shortly after he was born.
The story made me cry back then! How much more now that I have had a similar experience right?
The thing is last night was not the first time I heard that song since Christina’s miscarriage. But with the nearness of the anniversary it really hit me.
Especially since this seems to be my usual pattern.
It took me about three years after my dad passed away for it to really hit me. Same with my grandma’s death and other tragedies like 9-11.

So last night, I guess my point is, I had a good cry, I substituted Corine’s name for Noah and the whole thing hit me good and hard.

Although it might be a good idea for me to find out how to address my grief sooner. ANYWAY

Until next time.