THE SHAPE OF GRIEF
Grief doesn’t end—it settles into the ordinary and stays.
I still catch myself reaching for my phone to call my mother. It has been five years, but it happens without thinking.
In the middle of an ordinary day, when something small or absurd or quietly important occurs. For a split second, I forget. Then the realization settles in again, heavy and unmistakable: she is […]
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