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Post by Brian on Jul 12, 2008 1:31:41 GMT -5
It seems that there are both people and things in everyone's life that you must say "GOODBYE" to, no matter how easy or difficult it may be ... and sometimes the saying "goodbye" can be a bit harder or a bit more emotional than we might have thought ... So, I was just wondering, if anyone might like to share a story of a strange or surprising reaction you might have had to a 'goodbye' ..... and , since I brought it up, I'll start with a very recent example and an older example ... Just today, I sold the Westfalia that took me through the mid-west, and south-west, and west of the USA and up through central BC to Mount Robson and back to Halifax ... about 18,000 KMs (approx. 8,000 miles) in 6 weeks... The new owner traveled about 8 hours by car and plane to get here to Halifax to complete the deal, and it was all business until I led him - as courtesy - out on to the highway back west - and saw the Westy zooming down the highway ahead of me and out of sight, that I realized ... "Shit ... I am going to miss that under-powered, up-hill hating, cranky, quirky, unusual, frustrating, hard-to-deal-with lovely ancient, gem"... THAT was a surprise ! I found myself almost tearing up ! Anyway ... that's sort of experience I'm talking about .... AND ... just as a side-bar - doesn't this sort of thing have some resonance with themes in LEXX ?
Just askin' !
yer pal
brian
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Post by Goblin on Jul 12, 2008 9:13:15 GMT -5
Brian, you are absolutely right - saying goodbye was frequently part of Lexx - one of several underlying themes which kept us watching, though we may not have consciously realised it at the time.
I have found Lexx very helpful when coping with grief, and I know that I'm not alone in feeling this - man, one day I have to finish writing that essay...
Damn, the library needs this computer back - more later...
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Post by Shannan on Jul 12, 2008 11:18:31 GMT -5
I felt the same way( sad) when we got into accidents with both our cars..
Our ford tempo.. We hit a deer on the passenger side Our Mercury Sable... We got side smacked on the driver side when we going were going 2mph (making a left turn on road going across the medeion(sp) car behind us was 45mph and didn't see that we had blinker on) Car was totaled on the spot. Damaged wheel and axises...
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Post by Cluster on Jul 13, 2008 8:31:51 GMT -5
This isnt about what I miss. But rather what I'm going to miss. I always had no time for school, none at all. I barely ever went. But now I have 1 year of my college course left, and I've bonded with everyone. I am gonna miss that place and the people so much when I have to leave. But I will carry with me a lot of fun memorys when I leave this time next year. ------------------ I'm gonna think of a really good example of a goodbye as soon as I think of one. And as for Lexx, it always helped me when something bad happened. I was young when I started watching Lexx, like 8, and I remember playing games where I was part of the crew. Too old for an imagination like that anymore. But not, and hopefully never will be, too old to stop loving Lexx. I guess I took Lexx for granted, and asunes it would always be there
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Post by type13 on Jul 14, 2008 4:10:45 GMT -5
This isnt about what I miss. But rather what I'm going to miss. I always had no time for school, none at all. I barely ever went. But now I have 1 year of my college course left, and I've bonded with everyone. I am gonna miss that place and the people so much when I have to leave. But I will carry with me a lot of fun memorys when I leave this time next year. ------------------ I'm gonna think of a really good example of a goodbye as soon as I think of one. And as for Lexx, it always helped me when something bad happened. I was young when I started watching Lexx, like 8, and I remember playing games where I was part of the crew. Too old for an imagination like that anymore. But not, and hopefully never will be, too old to stop loving Lexx. I guess I took Lexx for granted, and asunes it would always be there Yah I will maybe think of something jus a soon as i think of something too. I am sorry to hear that you are now "too old," maybe if you use a walker you can last a couple more years, OK? You are bound by law to be safe and healthy anyway. Hey im just messing with ya, be sure to keep an open mind or you will be far worse than those you feel are unenlightend. As for finishing college....usually one hates it and cant wait till its over, but soon as its gone you miss your good friends. Most of my good friends to this day are from those days, just keep in touch or enrole in higher education if you feel inspired.
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Post by fantasma on Jul 14, 2008 20:43:08 GMT -5
Fresh in my mind, though not very surprising or strange was the gathering I attended this past Friday night as some of my family came together to scatter the ashes of a cousin we lost to lung cancer last October. I still don't think I've actually said good-bye.. much the same way as I never have with my mother...
But the car that I totaled that had been my mother's, yes, that was rough. Honestly, after the shock of the accident, I was more horrified that I had now lost the car that linked me to my mother, not so much that I simply had lost a car... and then subsequently had to call my father who traveled from home in MA, to where I was around Portland, ME, and then drive me and my friend all the way up to Orono where she and I went school.
It was then that I realized just how amazing my father could be.
Anyways, that's my good-bye and non-goodbye stories...
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Post by Goblin on Jul 15, 2008 12:28:40 GMT -5
Too many goodbyes lately... trying to think of something that isn't too depressing. When my local cinema closed - I got so choked up watching them take the letters down from the marquee for the last time... sure, the floor was sticky, the seats were shabby, the popcorn wasn't all that hot - but part of me was born there. The building clung on for a few more years, as the tackiest nightclub in the county - complete with a plaster facade featuring a Greek god with a hugely improbable codpiece - before it was finally demolished. The town has a multiplex now... it's not the same... But, a "goodbye" can be a "hello" to something new. On a recent trip to Ireland, I was feeling nostalgic for the St Columba - the ferry we used to travel on when I was a kid. I went to Google, thinking "Well, it's probably scrap by now - but maybe I'll find a picture".... It turns out that St Columba has been re-named Express Aphrodite, and is now ferrying people around the Greek islands Funny, changing the name from a saint to a goddess of love... though Columba means dove, and doves were sacred to Aphrodite... Everything's connected... everyone's connected...
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Post by aphroditeschild on Jul 15, 2008 20:32:22 GMT -5
Wow, what a great topic. I guess my Big Goodbye was relocating out of the great state of Texas where I'd been (off and on) since 1967. It was difficult realizing I wouldn't know my way around the new place (East Coast) like the back of my hand, or have a treasure trove of memories or experiences in the new place, not to mention some of my family is still down there. But I figure this is a new chapter, a new adventure and everything happens for a reason, and it turned out better than I expected.
As for cars, I MISS MISS MISS my 1974 VW Karmann Ghia every day. It was flaming orange, it had a 98 hp engine (don't laugh) and it caused conversation every place I went, but it needed a new home and someone who'd restore her to her former glory. Had that car since it was new and it had over 300,000 miles on it, and it still ran great. Swear to God. They don't make cars like that any more.
I have a little orange replica of it on my desk as we speak. *sniff*
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Post by leonessa on Jul 16, 2008 8:54:28 GMT -5
Wow, what a great topic. I guess my Big Goodbye was relocating out of the great state of Texas where I'd been (off and on) since 1967. It was difficult realizing I wouldn't know my way around the new place (East Coast) like the back of my hand, or have a treasure trove of memories or experiences in the new place, not to mention some of my family is still down there. But I figure this is a new chapter, a new adventure and everything happens for a reason, and it turned out better than I expected.
As for cars, I MISS MISS MISS my 1974 VW Karmann Ghia every day. It was flaming orange, it had a 98 hp engine (don't laugh) and it caused conversation every place I went, but it needed a new home and someone who'd restore her to her former glory. Had that car since it was new and it had over 300,000 miles on it, and it still ran great. Swear to God. They don't make cars like that any more.
I have a little orange replica of it on my desk as we speak. *sniff* Oh I remember that car, it was very cute!! and don't be sad now that you're in my neck of the woods, remember mi casa es tu casa..you always have me and my family! but oh please don't get my sister buzzed again..I'll never live down that dinner..buwahahahahahaha..
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Post by Thespyma on Aug 3, 2008 9:27:05 GMT -5
Each year,usually in late fall or early winter, I have had one very difficult goodbye. And so I am dreading this fall, but all the while hoping it will be without loss, at least this year. My Dad is ill. He brushes it off to "just a little tired" or Sometimes I have a little trouble catching my breath, nothing to be worried about". He thinks his reassurances will lull me in to a fantasy of "everything is ok" Recently he was hospitalized for 4 days for being "unable to catch his breath". Now an oxygen tank is his constant companion. He tells me that all the smoking caught up to him and that he just needs a little rest and he will be fine,but my heart knows better. Of all my family members, he is dearest to me. We have always been close. From my birth when I was deemed too fragile and held a tenuous grip on life,he was constantly beside my hospital cot. He nurtured me and gave me his will to survive. Now I am faced with the reality that he is not immortal. Funny how he always seemed to be... The fear of losing him had me deep in a shell. I am just taking a moment out because the topic of goodbyes hit home. I try not to dwell on it, but at the same time I want to be prepared. I do not want to fall completely to pieces. ...hmmm seems I am off on a ramble. I guess I really needed to talk about this. Thanks for starting this topic, Brian. (And I can certainly identify with the sadness over a dear old vehicle. I had a classic camaro and I actually DID cry over it's loss...
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Post by Brian on Aug 3, 2008 22:57:20 GMT -5
It is quite something to read these very touching stories. It seems most of us either want or need some sort of consistency in our lives, or some need for the continuous connection with the people and things we hold valuable in our emotions and in our everyday lives. It also seems that we find the mental and emotional equipment within our selves to cope with the things that slip away. It is truly human courage that we find, because we must find it by ourselves and inside ourselves, quite often with little, or no, support. Since you have been so decently open, I think it is only fair to share a brief personal story ... when I was very young, under 2 years old, I developed Scarlet Fever, which is a very dangerous childhood disease. Living in Newfoundland, and having very little in the way of medical support, it was duobly dangerous. The doctor was called, my fever was about 102 - 103, and my mother was told that I'd be dead before morning. She was determined that I lived. She bathed me in cold water, kept changing my clothes because I was sweating so much, kept trying to keep food in me, and didn't sleep through the entire night, the next day and through the next night . Ant then the fever broke, and I slowly recovered. It left me with a few monor heart problems, but little else. As the years passed, and for many good reasons, I grew apart from most of my family including my mother. We disagreed about almost everything. We had trouble having a simple conversation. As she grew older, I saw the signs of increasing memory loss, and warned my brother and sisters to keep and eye on her. Eventually she developed senile dementia. I felt a little bad, but saw it as the natural aging process. She died. I was on a flight to Newfoundland just as she took her last breath. I described it as 'sad but not tragic' ... she'd lived to be 91. The funreal and burial happened. Five or six months passed. My life was proceeding normally. And one afternoon, I burst into uncontrolable tears, and kept saying "I miss my mother" . I had no warning, no feeling of it building within me, but I felt that loss, that goodbye, as though it were the freshest and deepest of cuts imaginable. I guess my mind, my emotions, my repressed 'self', had decided to say a rather long and slow goodbye. It is not something one carries consciously, but it is something one bears none-the-less. I think I understand some of what you have borne, and it is and honor to be in your company.
brian
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Post by leonessa on Aug 4, 2008 9:22:25 GMT -5
awww Brian I also went through Scarlet Fever when I was very young and all I remember now from it was the constant injections, I spent a week in the Hospital, and afterwards when I was sent home I was paralyzed from the hips down. I remember my mother carrying me about on her back until I regained mobility. The worry was eched on her face and to this day I can see it in my mind's eye. Yes I've been warned about being careful with my heart but I don't let that stop me from enjoying life to it's fullest.. Blessings always. It is quite something to read these very touching stories. It seems most of us either want or need some sort of consistency in our lives, or some need for the continuous connection with the people and things we hold valuable in our emotions and in our everyday lives. It also seems that we find the mental and emotional equipment within our selves to cope with the things that slip away. It is truly human courage that we find, because we must find it by ourselves and inside ourselves, quite often with little, or no, support. Since you have been so decently open, I think it is only fair to share a brief personal story ... when I was very young, under 2 years old, I developed Scarlet Fever, which is a very dangerous childhood disease. Living in Newfoundland, and having very little in the way of medical support, it was duobly dangerous. The doctor was called, my fever was about 102 - 103, and my mother was told that I'd be dead before morning. She was determined that I lived. She bathed me in cold water, kept changing my clothes because I was sweating so much, kept trying to keep food in me, and didn't sleep through the entire night, the next day and through the next night . Ant then the fever broke, and I slowly recovered. It left me with a few monor heart problems, but little else. As the years passed, and for many good reasons, I grew apart from most of my family including my mother. We disagreed about almost everything. We had trouble having a simple conversation. As she grew older, I saw the signs of increasing memory loss, and warned my brother and sisters to keep and eye on her. Eventually she developed senile dementia. I felt a little bad, but saw it as the natural aging process. She died. I was on a flight to Newfoundland just as she took her last breath. I described it as 'sad but not tragic' ... she'd lived to be 91. The funreal and burial happened. Five or six months passed. My life was proceeding normally. And one afternoon, I burst into uncontrolable tears, and kept saying "I miss my mother" . I had no warning, no feeling of it building within me, but I felt that loss, that goodbye, as though it were the freshest and deepest of cuts imaginable. I guess my mind, my emotions, my repressed 'self', had decided to say a rather long and slow goodbye. It is not something one carries consciously, but it is something one bears none-the-less. I think I understand some of what you have borne, and it is and honor to be in your company. brian
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Post by Thespyma on Aug 9, 2008 16:01:39 GMT -5
... when I was very young, under 2 years old, I developed Scarlet Fever, which is a very dangerous childhood disease. Living in Newfoundland, and having very little in the way of medical support, it was duobly dangerous. The doctor was called, my fever was about 102 - 103, and my mother was told that I'd be dead before morning. She was determined that I lived. She bathed me in cold water, kept changing my clothes because I was sweating so much, kept trying to keep food in me, and didn't sleep through the entire night, the next day and through the next night . Ant then the fever broke, and I slowly recovered. It left me with a few monor heart problems, but little else. I am very glad you made it through. You have touched many lives, mine included. ^_^
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Post by jimdavis on Aug 10, 2008 21:40:51 GMT -5
... And one afternoon, I burst into uncontrolable tears, and kept saying "I miss my mother" . I had no warning, no feeling of it building within me, but I felt that loss, that goodbye, as though it were the freshest and deepest of cuts imaginable. I guess my mind, my emotions, my repressed 'self', had decided to say a rather long and slow goodbye. It is not something one carries consciously, but it is something one bears none-the-less. I think I understand some of what you have borne, and it is and honor to be in your company. brian Brian, I had a somewhat similar scenario with my mother who died of a heart attack in 1999. We weren't as close as we could (or should) have been sometimes and it wasn't always an easy or even good relationship (both of us at fault there), but to this day I miss some things that I took for granted... I miss simple things like her cooking and I wish that I could show her some of the decent things I've done with my life since she died... I wish that I could have done more for her... Sorry that this actually has nothing to do with Lexx, but Brian, your post about your mom really struck me, reminded me of my own loss, and how something so personal is yet so universal...
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Post by Goblin on Aug 14, 2008 12:39:54 GMT -5
It's been six years, and I still don't miss my mother...
I miss what we might have had, in some other universe...
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