The Morning After My Son’s Funeral An Airport Worker Called About The Bag He Left Behind

something in her shoulders moved. Not a collapse. Not dramatic. Just the small physical acknowledgment of a weight that had finally landed.

I watched all of it. What I felt was something closer to the quiet at the end of a very long day of careful work. The kind that means you can put down the tools now because the thing that needed doing is done.

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