A sad day

So today was a sad day.

Saying goodbye to people for ever, who you have just started to get to know.

When we started the year there were loads of us in the 3rd degree. By the end of the 4th we were just 25. It's a bit like one of those weird endurance things on TV. We were the tough ones, who made it through to the end!

So we all felt specially bonded. Well, I did anyway.

There we are. That's the way it is.

There's another farewell occasion next Tuesday, a farewell lunchtime picnic (I think). I have to email Hyo-Yoon to find out about it.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hi.

Congratulations on getting through the exams.

Thanks for the blog.

Have used many of the links. and allows prayer to be relevant.

long may it continue.
1:13 am
Alan said…
thanks Pete,

Good to hear from you.
7:00 am
Anonymous said…
Hi my name is Paul and I've just come across your blog. Like you I'm originally from Wales (born and brought up there but of Italian parents) and am also serving as a missionary in France. Stick at the French you'll get used to it in the end. I had the advantage of doing a degree in French. I also served in French speaking Africa for ten years before coming here.

God bless.
12:00 pm
Alan said…
Hi Paul!

Great to hear from you!

If you'd like to get in touch by email send a comment with your email address and I will reply by email, but I won't publish the comment.
12:54 pm
Anonymous said…
Hi Alan, (Have you noticed how American we're getting? Never 'hello' these days.) However, two of your recent postings have given me much cause for thought since they appeared on the site and this is one of them. I don't know if I will actually reply to the other matter yet.
This posting started with such a sad note about a matter I have learned to live with and come quite easily to terms with over the years. As I mentioned before, I was in the services and saying goodbye to people you would probably never meet again became a way of life, though with the forces and my subsequent job, there were just a very small few with whom contact was maintained. None-the-less, I think it was the phrase 'Saying goodbye to people for ever' that set the cords vibrating; it seemed so much like attendance at a non christian's funeral. Despite all the platitudes frequently on offer, it is goodbye for ever. Yes, you may bump into some of them around Bordeaux or possibly in the most unlikely of places, but on the face of it, if they don't come to know The Saviour, it will be for ever! Now there's a sobering thought and one which, in reality occurs in so many aspects of life.
Am I getting wistful or just maudling? Perhaps it's that age thing again.
On a totally different note, I'm sure we'd all like to send Pat a great big get-well kiss from us out here. YOU give it to her though, we don't want to catch it!
9:20 pm
Alan said…
You caught the nuance of my phrase exactly, Ken.
9:22 pm
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