I can’t let go of the image of his ears. They were pulsing with trapped blood.
It’s a different kind of death when a loved one dies unexpectedly.
Even though we were mourning, we were laughing a lot.
We had been fighting and when he died, we weren’t.
We know death is inevitable, and yet, it’s a shock. A hit against the chest, the knees, the heart.
When a loved one dies, you are given membership to a club you never wanted to be apart of.
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