Saying Goodbye

Filiz Dogan


I did not know what to do with my grief. I could not stand that much sorrow in the house of mourning. I just wanted to be alone with my sweet memories. All I could do was follow an old Turkish custom. My brother asked me, “Why did you leave my father’s shoes on the sidewalk?” I looked at them emptily and replied, “This is what people do when someone dies, kind of like saying goodbye.” 

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