Shalom Harlow in Vogue Italia, April 1995. Photo by Mario Sorrenti

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Shalom Harlow in Vogue Italia, April 1995. Photo by Mario Sorrenti
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I'm a writer.
Can I tell you the definition of a word?
Ha. Hahahaha.
No.
But! I can tell you the β¨vibeβ¨ of a word. The context it is used in, absolutely.
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The most difficult part of grief is saying goodbye.
Say goodbye to the couldβve beens. That lunch next week you couldβve scheduled, or that smile you couldβve gotten every time you see them.
Say goodbye to the next chapter of memories that wonβt include them. That birthday you wouldβve celebrated with them around and that Christmas tree you were supposed to set up together.
Say goodbye to the physical reminders like that shirt they only wore sometimes, but now you have to put in the moving box. Their phone, bracelets, ballers, their cane, caps, that red coffee mug they always used. The things remain, but the owner persists in absence.
The truth is, each one of us will one day say our last goodbye.
We will bid farewell to the people we couldβve been. The people we thought we should be. That version of you that wouldβve bested death.
As a result, make every goodbye worth saying, and make every ending worth the sacrifice of pain.
Our being obliterates, but the way we leave stays forever.
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