Good-bye Week

Logic may say that good-byes should get easier; they don't.  If anything, they get harder.  And this week is a week of packing, last minute shopping, and saying good-bye.  Today was one of the hardest ones.  It reminds me of one of my favorite poems, a short little one I've memorized just by reading it. 

For me who go,
for you who stay-
two autumns. 
- Taniguchi Buson

But I am reminded, even in the midst of the sadness and pain, that I go for a reason, a mission, a purpose.  The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.