Grief is a subject I return to again and again. her is my tiny essay “On Old Grief,” just published in #TinyEssays #grief #memory #friendship #mourning
You look at your plants, and notice one is dead. You forgot to water it.
She would have been fifty-seven this year. You left her, like you left Sicily. She died thirty years ago. Her death anniversary comes and goes unnoticed while recent sorrows assail you. You are thinking of another friend, who died three weeks ago—an older friend, the friend of your wiser years. You never left her.
Today you also think of your mother, aging and ailing an ocean away. You watch the political horror show on MSNBC. You share some shit on Facebook about the republicans in Ohio who want to make motherhood compulsory. You put away the white china with gold lines from Thanksgiving dinner. You sort the laundry. You argue with your husband. You call your mother and try to tell her you love her, but she’s tired and wants to hang up. You facetime…
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