Tag Archives: mourning

He called it swimming

Grief can change a person for a time, physically, even. This piece may be a fragment of a larger work. We’ll see, won’t we? Continue reading

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across the table

A friend observed the anniversary of her husband’s death recently. (#983) Continue reading

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Old Bob, now: he didn’t just shovel snow like the rest of us; he’d sculpt it. Oh, he’d clear the driveway, walk, of course; but it was what he did with the snow: shoveling was just a process of gathering … Continue reading

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