writerly world: news & tidbits
Before I spent hours sobbing under covers, before we took another train to my paternal aunt and uncle in the Berkshires for my 55th birthday, before we extended our trip by a week to DC to be with my nephew’s parents and two older brothers (in their twenties), before we chose a cemetery plot under a cherry tree and buried his body, I stood by that lake, shaking, while geese honked their mournful cries, and talked to multiple family members on the phone. Shared anguish our only comfort.