<p style="white-space:pre-wrap;" data-rte-preserve-empty="true">After loss, joy can feel like a visitor that may not stay long. For years, that is the belief that drove me. I was careful not to laugh too loud, dream too big, or ask for too much. I was afraid joy would leave. Then I started finding myself alone on travels, yet somehow surrounded, by joy, by love, by life happening in the most surprising ways. Joy I never had to beg for found me. I did not have to whisper so it
