Where did you get that ring

the taillights disappear through the rain.

Forty-seven minutes later, two state troopers came to the house.

People think grief begins with screaming.

It does not.

Grief begins with confusion.

The brain refuses the shape of the words.

Accident.

Wet road.

Truck crossed the center line.

Instant.

No suffering.

I remember one trooper’s hat dripping water onto my parents’ continue reading …