I hate that grief can turn a recipe card into a wound. The voicemail is so short and still too heavy to keep in my pocket. 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 was not expecting to miss the annoying reminders, the repeated stories, the ordinary checking in.
For Mom