In These Silences
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2 min readDec 19, 2021
On Sundays, she will chop vegetables alone now. 60 years of preparing Sunday lunch together in companionable harmony is done.
Years that flashed past in a second, and that stretched and yawed and seemed endless. Yet somehow did end.
Her son, my husband, carries her through these worst weeks. Tries to convince her to move half a world away and live with us because the thought of her drifting as a phantasm…
