My grandfather and I had to say goodbye a lot. Ever since I can remember Grandpa lived in a different country from me, which meant that we visited each other and parted from each other many times. Grandpa always had a crisp white handkerchief in his pocket, and when he would be leaving me (usually at the airport, about to walk through to passport control) he'd take it out and wave it. Then, because he liked to be funny and make me laugh (and, yes, embarrass me) he might pretend to cry and wipe his eyes melodramatically. Sometimes he also proclaimed in a booming voice "Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow."
So, naturally, when I visited Suse and last week and found myself saying goodbye to her and Muppinstuff at the train station I quickly rummaged through my bag, found an old tissue and made them laugh. Thanks Muppinstuff for capturing that moment so perfectly, it makes me laugh out loud and it reminds me of how much Grandpa loved to laugh as well.