My parent died and now the world feels slightly unparented. I still almost call when something breaks or when I finally understand a joke they would have loved. People think adulthood prepares you for this and I want to ask them prepared in what sense. The holidays are quieter in a way that sounds insulting. Every family story has a blank line in it now. I still almost call when something breaks or when I finally understand a joke they would have loved.
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