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A brief, uncomfortable silence.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Cremation. No service. No obituary beyond the legal notice.”
Thomas had already had one funeral too many.
After the call, I made coffee and sat at the kitchen table and waited for grief to arrive. It did not. What came instead was a wide, unfamiliar emptiness. Not loneliness. Space. For forty-one years,continue reading …
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