The Lingering Pain of Not-Goodbye

From Last Century

Photo by Anna Auza in Unsplash

I stood paralyzed in the front doorway watching my best friend, Robin, and her parents pack their sedan, preparing to leave for the last time. I felt an icky pushing in my chest.

There was a very strict rule in my household about Sunday mornings. DO NOT GO OUTSIDE or be seen. Because people go to church on Sunday mornings, and we didn’t. Who wants to…