I imagine that I step on the ground lighter inside the cemetery than I do outside. Outside is everyday ground. Inside it seems hallowed.
Not too long after my mother’s death, still barely over the shock and with the funeral still ripe in my memory, I was back at work acting like my whole world had not come to a shuddering and awful halt. In an attempt to escape from the nightmarish reminder that was a sudden empty house,Continue reading “Unknown Impact”