Holding tightly to a balloon so it didn’t go up in the sky.
Wrapping the string around my wrist so the kite wouldn’t fly away.
Staring out the window of my freshmen dorm when mom and dad left.
Watching Dad’s chest puff up as he tried not to cry walking me down the aisle.
Driving slowly away from Kiersten on her first day of kindergarten.
Feeling my heart skip a beat as I left my babies at college.
Crying for an hour back to Indiana after leaving Morgan in Colorado.
Hugging Roger’s neck as he left for South Carolina.
Wiping tears for hours when Sheri left Hill-Rom.
Emptying the tissue box when Denise moved to California.
Leaving my church after 30 years.
Comforting my dear friend when Dale died.
Trying to breathe when Emily was killed.
Burying my mother-in-law.
Saying goodbye to my sister.
There is no Art of Letting Go. There is only the Art of Letting God.
Isaiah 41:13, “For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear, I will help you.” This, my friend, is the only true Art of Letting Go.