It is only since my son collapsed from grief after his girlfriend took her life, that I’ve noticed each little thing that rises and lives on.
3 min readDec 16, 2021
A hawk flies by our window, and though my son’s heart is shattered, he stands, looks out, lets me hold him. I cook broken noodles that taste okay, pull a wrinkled sheet up over another bed and it feels soft. We cry a little more and our faces look…