Ever since I changed my Sunday Bible study class to the Korean-speaking group, I've had learn to say good-byes, a lot more frequently, then I would like to.There was a couple of kids who left US to go back to Korea, just as I started the new class. And then one by one, more had to go back to Korea, as their parents had finished what they came to do, and it was time for the family to return home.
This time around, it was time for Sharon to return home, and so we gathered to say farewell. Not sure if I will get to see her again sometime soon, but we all can only hope.
I hate saying good-bye, because it always leaves us hanging. We are still surrounded by the memories they have left behind; whereas they are now surrounded with new surroundings, new friends, new challenges and changes, but the only change we get is the feeling that we have lost something...
