writing about death during a war

(and there is always a war)

10/26/18

Hal died five years ago tonight and every year, I feel it in my body the same way I do in early July when he was first diagnosed.

Like something terrible is going to happen and I have to know how to handle it. Like something terrible is going to happen and I have to know how to tell my children when it does. Like death is imminent and local, a tangible thing that can happen to anyone at any time. Like I’m supposed to know what to do when I don’t know what to do. What to say. How best to hold everyone…