Grief

“I had a bunch of different folders for different projects, and big yellow legal pads to write on.”

The call came in the morning, while we were getting the kid ready for school. Aunt Joan letting me know that Dad had died. I might have immediately collapsed on the floor crying, but I might have also called my brother first to let him know. I know that I didn’t take the kid to school that day. Her Dad went in my place.

I remember more clearly the day b…