May 4, 2023
The terrible anniversary.
Woke this morning to Maud’s little morning shout, the one that announced she was awake and ready to start her day. It was ghostly but comforting.
The mower mowed wrong, the cleaning lady left ridges of dust, and her sweater on the chair in the living room. I stared at the sweater for a while before comprehending what it was: so feminine, soft blue and embroidered with little flowers.
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