She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

me from dissolving into tears in front of a waiter carrying crab puffs on a silver tray.

Because if I let it out—if I started crying—I didn’t know if I’d ever stop.

The grief felt bottomless, like falling through darkness with no ground in sight.

I took a deep breath, pulled air into my lungs until they ached.

Then another.

Then another.

The chicken on my continue reading …