“You can never prepare for hurt, and heartbreak can happen in small degrees or with a bang; when a part of my common history was lost, it was an explosion. After the initial shock, after the effort of the funeral, after the sharp edge of grief softened a bit, I tried to settle into the unkind quiet that followed. I didn’t understand that the quiet was white noise, masking a scream that hadn’t stopped.”
“Air Hunger” is the source of the title for my blog. It is also a profoundly real part of me. Please click the link above to read.
Many, many thanks to Jen and The Manifest-Station for publishing it.