Losing a parent is finding out how much of your wiring had their voice in it. I was not expecting to miss the annoying reminders, the repeated stories, the ordinary checking in. The holidays are quieter in a way that sounds insulting. Every family story has a blank line in it now. I miss being someone’s child in a room without having to say it out loud.
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