My brother says that I relate everything in life to the movies. Probably.
“Adamantium Claws” belong to Wolverine, an X-Man character. His razor sharp, knife-like claws shoot out from between his knuckles when he’s ready to fight and retract when he’s done. He has super healing powers so his wounds heal immediately. (Just in case you didn’t know.)
When asked by another X–Man character if it hurt when the claws came out, Wolverine responds, “Every Time.”
That’s pretty much the way it is for me every time I say goodbye to friends and family in the US to return to India.
Does it hurt to say all those goodbyes?
I’ve traveled so much for so many years that I couldn’t count the number of hugs goodbye I’ve given and received. Yet even after all those goodbyes, it hurts no less now than it did the first time.
The crazy thing is that I really do not suffer from feelings of “missing” loved ones when I am in India and vice versa. It’s just the parting, that final goodbye, that hurts.
I’m glad it does. It means I love and am loved in return.
Sure, I wish I could line up everyone I want to hug goodbye and get it all over with in one shot instead of a weeks+ worth of tears, but I doubt that’s ever going to happen.
My joy is in knowing that one day the Goodbyes – Will – End. Hallelujah! And I look forward to that Great Day.