This was actually written 5 years ago and strangely relevant to this day…….regarding a recent and an incredibly short goodbye, delivered southern style. The hugs are a definite plus now a days and one doesn’t miss what becomes the norm until it’s unconditionally received again :)xoxoxo
Please do not take offense to this post. I am merely describing my personal experiences of saying goodbye to those up North and to those in the South.
It all started when I was a wee little girl and the family was packing up to leave a holiday festivity. If at my Grandmother’s house, we would all have to give hugs and kisses, but if everyone was not standing at this point, it would take another 10 minutes. Sometimes Grandpa would forget and squeeze the life out of us twice. If everyone was standing, we would proceed to the door and walk down the driveway backwards waving goodbye. It is not over yet. The family would get all buckled up in the car and we would keep waving to Grandma and Grandpa until we couldn’t see them anymore. I suppose it would end as we turned the corner.
Now at my Gram and Gramps house, it was a little different, yet still “The Long Goodbye”. Gram would bundle me and my brother in our layers of clothes (Buffalo is cold) which would take some time. The parents would be talking with Gramps or rather, Gramps would be talking to them. If Gramps was feeling really good, Dad might have to drink a goodbye shot before we leave. Finally, as we reach the door, Gram would forget to give us a couple of toys to take in the car. Oh, then she would proceed to clean out her fridge and send leftovers. By then my brother and I were sweating like pigs. We also waved goodbye until we couldn’t see them in the doorway.
Down here in the South is a little different. Now my hubby is the one who brought up the issue of “The Long Goodbye”, because I never noticed it. When we leave a family festivity here in the South, it goes much quicker. This may have something to do with getting out of the hot sun into the air conditioned car. Up North, we would rather stay in the toasty warm house for a few more minutes than to brave frost bite conditions.
To this day, hubby knows that when I say goodbye, it will take another 20 minutes to be on our way.
Whatever the reason, it is what it is and now my family in Buffalo makes a point of prolonging “The Long Goodbye” just for him.