Saying Goodbye: A Eulogy For My Movember Mustache

I can hear Boys II Men’s “It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye” playing in my head. A single tear slides down my cheek as I do one final pass with the razor. As quickly as you appeared, you are gone. And I miss you, dear friend.

On Monday, it was your time to go. It was your turn to be laid to rest. You were with me through good times and bad. Through thick and thin. Be it rain, or wind, or snow, you were there. Clutching my face, holding me tight, and keeping my upper lip warm.

I only knew you for a short time–but it felt like we had been together forever. You started out frail and thin–barely a whisker to be found. But you grew. OH DID YOU GROW. Some mocked you and called you names. Names like ugly, gross, disgusting, and creepy. But I know you are so much more than that.

Even though Sarah says she is glad to have her husband’s face back, you will be missed, you will be loved, and you will be remembered. I will hold a place for you in my heart always. You will always be MY Movember mustache–and nothing anyone says can ever take that away from us.

Rest easy, old friend, for we shall meet again another day.