Prompt: Last Time

As we were the last of our good into the U-Haul, a friend walked and hugged me. What if this is the last time?

I like moving to new places. I’m not too fond of goodbyes. So I avoid the “what if this is the last time?” thoughts. That is a dark, long rabbit hole to travel—the result: depression Hell.

Would knowing it would be the last time change anything? What amount of trying could change that? How about taking a picture of your sad friends, would that change anything? Would it help?

Would knowing it was the last time I saw my grandparents or parents have changed the outcome or make me feel differently afterward? Death resulted. My missing them still occurred.

As I mentioned, I moved a lot. Each city and new home became an adventure. Each new meant saying goodbye to old. But outside…