A year ago our cat Nietzsche died soon after we returned from our vacation in the Midwest. One thing I realized after it happened is that although many people may have met or known Nietzsche, the only people who really, really knew him were those of us who lived with him: Tina, Thomas, Graham and I. Consequently, we all shared in the private pain of his loss – a pain that nobody else outside of our family can appreciate in the exact same way that we do. Nonetheless, as a final act of farewell, I thought I would share some of my memories of Nietzsche’s life.
Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you
Phrases heard when giving goodbye hugs (as compiled in the Minneapolis airport with Graham, Thomas and Tina):
- “Bye.”
- “Bye guys.”
- “See ya.”
- “See you later.”
- “I hope to see you next year.”
- “Come back and stay longer next time.”
- “Scarecrow, I’m gonna miss you the most.”
- “Thanks for coming/having us.”
- “Travel/drive safely.”
- “I’m so glad you/we came.”
- “It was great seeing you again.”