People do not understand loss and grief until they experience it themselves. All of a sudden the very air is suffocating and you forget how easy it was to breath before. Colors slowly dull and sounds are gradually muted, symptoms of one’s very will to live on being sapped through every teardrop shed . Until you can cry no more and that pool of memories is your only world.
And then, something happens and you start to stand up and walk away from the Gloom. You are lucky if you can pinpoint and remember that specific trigger. “The scent of goodbye” tries to capture that moment.