What Comes After the Goodbye
From airport goodbyes to Broadway lights, I expected to sit in the quiet. Instead, life met me in unexpected ways—reminding me that joy and grief don’t take turns. They coexist. This is what comes after the goodbye.
From airport goodbyes to Broadway lights, I expected to sit in the quiet. Instead, life met me in unexpected ways—reminding me that joy and grief don’t take turns. They coexist. This is what comes after the goodbye.