No Sad Goodbyes

Saying goodbye is something many people try to avoid. Leaving is not easy, especially when it is unexpected. It isn’t much easier even it is planned. Just the other day I was driving through Kandern and saw a couple I hadn’t talked with for quite a while, and I wondered how they were doing. Imagine my surprise when just 2 days later I read on Instagram a post from them saying they had just crossed the Belgium border and were almost home, having left Kandern that morning. After 8 years, they had left. It seemed like this was planned (there was a job lined up, for example, according to the post), and they were glad for their time here. But what a surprise!

We feel transition is something we specialize in. Not just because we’ve done alot of it. But because we treat it seriously. We see it coming, a change, and prepare. Now, in that sense we have been fortunate. Even when Shane’s parents passed away it was not unexpected. But not just their actual death, but their leaving. When someone has left, there aren’t opportunities to say things, to talk about something, to look into their eyes and just be there with them. With my parents, in great part to the part of the world to where I first left, we also made sure to make our goodbyes a good one. We talked, we spoke, we just spent time with each other, because as my mother would say, “You never know what’s going to happen in the intervening 2 or 3 years.” So in a sense, we’d been saying goodbye for 2 decades, continuing with Liberty and then Van; we also made our goodbyes good. So when they really did pass away, we already had closure (if that is the right word). We had said what we needed, we had spoken about what needed to be covered, we spent time with each other. Even Liberty and Van know the next time we see them it will be in heaven with Jesus. Now, that is a good thing to think about!

You may be here because of a recent email. We are facing a potential goodbye. It’s an interesting one because it may not just be to a place and a ministry, but to an entire way of life. Like many other overseas workers we’ve seen, our financial income has simply dropped low enough that remaining overseas isn’t possible. And, remaining in volunteer ministry is also in question… we need to pay the bills! This means a paid position. So, the goodbye that we are keeping an eye on as it’s on the horizon is a big one.

I hope we are ready, either way.

Saying bye to our favourite jiaozi restaurant in 2018
A Black Forest landscape. Hey, where is the forest? This is looking south towards Basel, Switzerland.

Mornings

NO Brekkkie!

Even though Liberty and Van’s schools are within walking distance, Michelle and I like to walk with them to school. I guess we are being a little cautious. Van doesn’t mind, and we often have some really good times walking in the mornings, talking about all kinds of topics. Van and Liberty have to go to school at different times, so one week I will walk with Liberty, who goes 40 minutes earlier, and then the other week I will walk with Van. Most mornings Michelle is up early anyway, but we still alternate.

The other morning after I walked with Liberty, I turned to head home. It was a warmer-than-usual morning, and it wasn’t raining (for once). All in all, it was the perfect morning to go have a coffee somewhere. Right beside the route we take to and from school is a Burger King! Why not have a coffee there!? Well, there is one problem. Generally, places like this open only for lunch. Can you imagine? No egg mcMuffin! No King Breakfast! They just don’t do that here (in the biggest cities, yes, but not here). There ARE smaller local bakeries and Tabacs where you can grab a coffee, but we don’t live near one. Oh well. This is just one small difference in life we have.

Sundays are even worse! Or better, depending on your perspective. I feel like I’m back in Manitoba in the 70s… nothing is open on a Sunday! There is the odd small market that will be open from 9 am to noon, but that is it. So is it a day of rest? Not really, for Sunday is the day all the Associations do their thing! Cyclists cycle, river canoeists paddle, photo groups go snapping, painters paint, and so on. For us, Sunday mornings we head to church!

Saturday is the day we do chores. We load up my trusty bike with the laundry, or with gardening tools borrowed from a church member. Liberty and Van like to enhance the lives of their chickens by building things for them (Popcorn and Charlie). We also like to get out and around Bayonne.

Laundry run on the bike
Extendable trimmer, chainsaw, hedge cutters, and assorted tools
Old stump converted into Chicken Resort
Most every city in France will have a Winter Ferris Wheel!