Goodbye, in Pieces.

We’ve been quietly saying goodbye, not all at once, but in pieces.

One last morning in the garden. One last trip to the kids’ favorite park. On the stage that we poured our heart and soul into for years. A final stroll through my favorite local bookstore, with a stop next door for one last London Fog tea latte.

Lego date nights at the kitchen table Myles’ grandparents gave us. The grocery store with the snack aisle the kids always begged for their “teddy’s” and muffins. Our patio where meals were shared, bubbles spilled, and games of fetch with our Arlo-bug filled the evenings. One more loop around the neighborhood cul-de-sac, where Rory and Lyra hunted for rocks to add to their endless collection.

These were places that shaped our days. Quiet corners we didn’t realize we’d grown attached to until it was time to say goodbye.

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Readers - Which ordinary spots have become part of your story without you even realizing it?