So I’m back from an inspiring and joyful week in Paris and thinking a lot about death.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve worried about saying goodbye to people in case it’s, you know, the last time. One of my earliest memories is of watching my dad drive off to work and thinking “What if I never see him again?” I never used to go on holiday without me…
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