The part I was not ready for was how ordinary everything stayed. The grocery store is full of items that still belong to a life with two adults making plans. I know all the account numbers now and I would trade every one of them for one more boring Tuesday. Sometimes grief looks like school pickup and pretending my face is not breaking in public. The house sounds wrong without her footsteps finding me. I know all the account numbers now and I would trade every one of them for one more boring Tuesday.
For my husband