I’m wondering how I got here. The expansion and contraction of life. The way time just moves on without us even noticing.
When the big U-haul rumbles onto our block,
a boxy behemoth with empty car trailer
clattering behind, it hits me:
It takes a lot more to move a body nowadays.
Before my brain could begin
to process it — you, falling to the airport
floor, pulse fluttering in your neck
until someone rolled you onto your back,
and the fluttering stopped —
My name is Lauren, a fellow loss survivor and (in my mind) a professional rambler and motivator. On November 27, 2016, my husband completed suicide, and I became an instant widow, joining the world of the left behind. Living in the Afterloss is complicated and […]