Goodbye forever may not always be Forever.
The First Goodbye to Stepmother Polya took place in 1974 due to leaving the Soviet Union for good. Seventeen years later, after the collapse of the Soviet regime, I had an opportunity to be a translator to a Canadian Journalist who did not speak the Russian language. He had been following Russian history from an early age by reading all he could get his hands on about it. His prediction of two years prior were spot on. The trip back to Moscow as his translator presented me with an opportunity to re-visit my stepmother. This was the sad moment, saying the Last Goodbye.