I don't know if this was a warped thing to do, but when my mom died a couple weeks ago, I knew my time was coming to an end.
I freaked out and just texted everyone on my contact list saying she passed away. People I stopped taking to, coworkers, friends, even the fucking lady I've been trying to sell my mom's car to. I was flooded shortly after with condolences, but I was so empty inside that nothing mattered. I guess it was an attempt to feel something, a last cry out for warmth to thaw my ever freezing heart.
Anyways, a friend that had been there for me off and on in the past reached out and offered to fly me up to see her so I could grieve in peace. My plan was to visit her and her husband and just have a good ass time and to depart them with happy memories of me. So I did. One night, I got high with her and we just talked about the most ridiculous, hilarious thing, my cat that is now her cat. I broke threw her shell and got to see her most genuine laugh possible. It was an absolute rarity. My plan was working!
So I returned home shortly after, but then she got suspicious and started piecing things together and realized what I was up to. Fuck. In my attempt to depart with fond memories and hopefully fade away, I broke her.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's a fine line to walk when it comes to wanting to/saying goodbye. It's never an easy thing to do, nor is it a guaranteed success. As tempting as it is, it's ok if you don't because the hurt factor, if caught, is far more crushing than a pleasant goodbye.