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.

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…

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https://www.amyaveschallenger.com/ American writer living in Switzerland. Contributor @Independent @WaPost, @Huffpost, @International Living , @Euronews & more

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Amy Aves Challenger

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https://www.amyaveschallenger.com/ American writer living in Switzerland. Contributor @Independent @WaPost, @Huffpost, @International Living , @Euronews & more

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