I am sad, James said.
Because there will come a good bye soon, James said.
And I don’t want that. So I call it a bad bye, James said.
Or sad bye, James said.
‘Who are you?’ James asked.
‘I am Dean,’ Dean answered.
‘You can stand!’ James exclaimed.
‘So do you!’ Dean replied.
‘What are you doing?’ Dean asked.
‘I am walking towards you,’ James answered.
The two sheep sat down.
‘There will be a good bye soon,’ James said.
‘Or rather a bad sad bye,’ James cried.
‘When you’re down, then look up. Let me tell you a little bit about the sky,’ Dean said.
‘You see all those stars? And especially that bright one? You can’t miss it, it’s the most briljant gemstone of them all, right there, see?’
‘What if I tell you that star is not really there any more? That star has passed away a long time ago. But strangely enough we can still see it. And we can enjoy it fully even.’
‘The same goes for when something ends. When someone says good bye. When you finish a project even. That is saying good bye a little too. Every transition that has some closure in it. It’s like a part of you dies, the same way the star dies.’
‘And I understand that avoiding saying good bye gives you the idea that all it’s not actually happening. But you know you still exist if you close your eyes, right, so avoiding doesn’t really help. What we could better do is make the sad bye a good bye, exactly what the word was in the first place. You even have the better hand here, because you know the good bye will come. You have all the opportunity in the world to make it a shining one, like a star in the sky. This way you can look at it for a long time to come.’
And if Dean were alone now he would have added:
‘The same way new stars have already been born, but you can’t see them yet.’
And if James were alone now, he would not feel bad about the missing thing, because he just had just wrote memorial history.