His bags are packed. The ticket bought. Sacha leaves tomorrow.
In a few days time I will join my family in France.
…and now months later a deeper reality hits. I will be going home-
and as much as I want to go, there is a voice inside that says no and runs.
As if going home makes the reality of these seven months more real.
I do not do well with goodbyes. This goodbye is a tender bruise.
I keeping telling myself I am lucky to have had this time. But that is not the issue.
Thinking about it the floodgate opens wide….
Home to home.
Hearts carrying more than our 50 pound limit.
Bittersweet goodbyes, cracking the surfaces and flooding the damns.
Looking back, going forward… that is how it is…
Do you have any secrets on how to say goodbye?
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