Good-bye to Kuujjuaq from Carl Bromwich
A couple of weeks ago I left home. When I moved to Kuujjuaq eleven years ago, I anticipated staying for a year or two at most.
Since then I have had three children, enough adventures to fill a book and a professional experience that is the envy of most colleagues. To my professional colleagues, my co-workers at Tulattavik and Palaqsivik and especially to my patients and my friends in Kuujjuaq and Kangiqsualujjuaq, I am deeply indebted.
Saying good-bye has never been one of my strengths; those few who were on the receiving end of one in September can attest to that.
This letter, then, is a way of communicating my thanks and my teary “atsunai” to all those I didn’t see in person or for whom I literally couldn’t force out the words.
I struggle to believe the words of the famous poet, Khalil Gibran: “When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.”
A couple of weeks ago I left home, but I’ll be back.