Everything Ends. That’s Why It Matters.
Children grow up. Shows close. Seasons change. Entire chapters of our lives quietly become stories we tell.
As I've revisited memories of my mom, watched my children grow older, and reflected on the fleeting nature of the moments we love most, I've come to a simple realization: the ending isn't the enemy. The ending is what makes today matter.
A reflection on grief, gratitude, theatre, family, and the privilege of being here for the middle.
George Bailey was Onto Something
Somewhere between unanswered texts, sitting on bleachers at volleyball games, and wondering why spiritual growth always seems to come wrapped in suffering, I found myself asking a quiet but unsettling question: Does it matter that I’m here? This post is about feeling invisible in the spaces that matter most—at home, at work, in faith—and the reminder that our worth was never meant to be measured by how needed we are, but by how deeply we are loved.
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.