Sometimes it hits me from the smallest thing:
A little blonde kid at a grocery store, wanting some sugar cereal.
My friends’ kids, smiling at their parents.
Last night it was when takeout was arriving, and I went to get the plates. Two plates. Not 3 or 4. Two. The space where more plates should go just sitting there empty, loud, lonely. Reminding me of what is absent. And, more, what will never be..Read More