It came as a shock. Earlier that day, I asked God if I could have one good cry to at least reset all the emotions coursing willy-nilly through my body. It was a figurative request, but wouldn’t you know, I got something to cry about.
For the past 48 hours (has it only been that short?), I’ve been asking myself questions to try and understand the choices people make. Why do good people leave? And why do we let them? Continue reading “Why We Let Good People Go”