Grief is everywhere

It’s in the mother yelling at her toddler on the subway this morning.
It’s in the very sad song that somehow creeps into my head when I least expect it.
It’s in the bookmarks bar on my computer under “baby registry”.
It’s in the face of my father when he talks about fishing with his grandson.
It’s in the cubicle at my office where I sit alone, trying not to cry too loud.
It’s in the sound of my two-year-old nephew’s voice when he sings a song to no one in particular.
It’s in the basement in a box labelled “maternity clothes”.
It’s in the mother at the mall, swaying and singing softly to the baby asleep in her lap.
It’s in a box on our shelf next to his ashes.

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