“I guess this is what goodbye means.” “It’s okay. It’s all right. I’ll see you again. It’s not goodbye forever.” My voice shook, so I’m not sure if I was convicing, or even if I’d conviced myself, but it was all we had to go on, this idea that everything would be alright in the end, that when he crossed the bridge he’d be going someplace wonderful, or at least where he needed to be going. Who knows?