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

travel bags with the focused satisfaction of a man completing a task. At a younger cousin carrying framed photographs like excess décor being cleared after a party.

No one looked at me directly. No one paused. It was as though I had been buried alongside him and was simply a ghost in the room now, something to step around.

“What are you doing in my home?continue reading …