After My Husband’s Funeral I Came Home And Found My In Laws Packing Suitcases Like It Was Their House

were being folded, stacked, zipped into suitcases with the brisk impersonal energy of people who had somewhere to be.

A carry-on sat on the couch where Bradley used to fall asleep reading.

Two of his cousins worked in the hallway, building a tower of boxes.

On the dining table, beside the bowl where we kept our keys, sat a handwritten list in Marjorie’s continue reading …