The Bittersweet Farewell: When Your Loved Ones Leave South Africa
The thrill of opportunity and the promise of a brighter future—these are the images often painted when our children or grandchildren decide to spread their wings and fly to foreign shores. Yet, beneath the excitement and logic that propel us to cheer them on, there lies a profound and often unexpected grief. It’s a complex emotion, a bittersweet mix of pride and pain, that echoes in the hearts of countless South African parents and grandparents.
My own journey with this complex emotion began this month when my son Mike embarked on an adventure to pursue his master’s degree in international business at the University of South Carolina, a programme that qualifies him for a work visa and subsequent career opportunities in the United States, making it uncertain if and when he will return home. On the surface, it was a decision brimming with potential and excitement. Below this excitement, however, was a growing sense of emptiness. The realisation that my daily interactions, the shared laughter, and his comforting presence would be replaced by fleeting visits and digital connections was a stark and sobering truth.
It’s a grief that often feels at odds with the circumstances. Logic dictates that this is a positive chapter, a stepping stone to a fulfilling life. But the heart, it seems, has its own agenda. It yearns for the familiar, the comforting rhythms of shared existence.
This experience was amplified when I considered the impact of Mike’s departure on my parents. The passage of time, with its inherent fragility, casts a different light on these farewells. While I can still plan and anticipate future visits, their ability to do the same is limited by the uncertainties of age, making the goodbye even more heart-wrenching.
My mother found comfort in the words of Kahlil Gibran, which she shared with me. His poignant reflection on children as “arrows loaned to you by life” resonated deeply with her. As he writes, “They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.” These words, while offering little comfort in the moment, provided a broader perspective on the cyclical nature of life.
So, how do we navigate this complex landscape of emotions?
- Acknowledge your feelings: It’s essential to give yourself permission to grieve. This isn’t about denying the opportunities or minimising the achievements; it’s about acknowledging the depth of your love and the changes that accompany this new chapter.
- Build a support network: Connect with other people who are experiencing similar emotions. Sharing your feelings can be incredibly therapeutic.
- Embrace technology: While it can never replace physical presence, technology offers invaluable connections and can help bridge geographical distances.
- Create new rituals: Establish new traditions to mark special occasions. Whether it’s a weekly video call, a WhatsApp group, or a virtual family gathering, these rituals can provide a sense of continuity. My son created a WhatsApp group for the extended family where he posts videos, pictures, and daily ramblings.
- Don’t be afraid of social media: If your grandchildren/children are on Instagram or TikTok, go ahead and create an account and follow them. This can be a great way to stay connected and up-to-date with their lives.
Remember, this is a journey, not a destination. It’s about finding a balance between celebrating their successes and honouring your own emotions. With time, the pain will soften, and the joy of their accomplishments will continue to grow. Hopefully, one day, the distance will feel like a bridge rather than a barrier, cultivating a deeper and more meaningful connection.
Wendy
Fabulous article and so relate-able. Thank you. My son and daughter and grandchildren all live overseas with only me in SA. All the plans of long visits with my children came to nothing because of economic constraints and so life goes on. Having your own life with good friends does make a huge difference.
Rizwana Bawa
My heart, my heart, my heart. An i hold yours too my dear friend!
Niamh Klinkenberg
What a wonderful piece. This is how I felt 15 years ago when Mark our son went to the UK. I thought he’d be back after University but alas he met his English wife there and UK now his own..Did get support from like minded friends but now a lot of their kids are back..I find it as hard now as it was all those years ago..I love the poem your Mum gave you..So apt but doesn’t make it any easier..Hope you guys are well especially your folks.x
Marian Hollander
Beautiful article Lindsay – so well written. My one son and his wife and 4 children left 6 years ago and we miss them terribly. However , the fact that they are happy helps us deal with the loss – and we try and concentrate on all the positives. We are in constant contact via social media which helps a lot. It takes time to adapt – but there really is no choice.