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2021-02-20T03:55:56-05:00February 18th, 2021|Musings on life|

The weight of absence

Grief is like those rogue waves
that surge out of nowhere
and topple ships.

The sadness does this to my daughter
as she buckled today
from the sudden weight
of his absence.

“Grandpa should at least
be allowed to come back
once a year,” she sobs.

I hold her as she pleads,
her little voice
added to the chorus of millions
trying to reason
with the preposterous
finality of death.

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