AS I LEFT MY IN-LAWS’ HOUSE WITH NOTHING, MY FATHER-IN-LAW HANDED ME A TRASH BAG AND SAID, “THROW THIS OUT ON YOUR WAY.” BUT WHEN I OPENED IT AT THE GATE… MY HANDS BEGAN TO TREMBLE
officially became a grave with no body left to bury.
She passed a mailbox painted with bluebonnets. She passed a tricycle tipped on its side in a driveway. She passed the little crack in the sidewalk where Jason had once reached for her hand on an evening walk and said, “You know, Dad likes you. He doesn’t say much, but he does.”
