When the Light Grows Tired: Sitting With Goodbye Before It Comes
When the Light Grows Tired: Sitting With Goodbye Before It Comes Hello beautiful souls, Today I am writing from a tender place. The kind of place where your chest feels heavy and your thoughts move slower because your heart is carrying something it doesn’t want to hold. If you’ve ever stood on the edge of an anticipated goodbye, then you understand the sacred ache behind these words. Come sit with me for a moment. Let’s talk about love, loss, and the fragile thread that holds this life together. This week, I received news that shook me. A very dear friend of mine—someone I have known for over twenty years—is going into hospice. She was diagnosed last year with colon cancer. We hoped. We prayed. We believed she would beat it. After all, she had already survived breast cancer as a teenager. She has been a fighter for as long as I’ve known her. But now the chemo has stopped. When I spoke to her recently, she shared how sick she has been. Sleeping most of the day. Los...
