We proceed as a family, three now, a triangle rather than a square. Death is a shape-shifter. They don’t tell you that, whoever they are. Our square felt cozy, homey, even as it was fragmented and jagged. Our triangle feels more tentative and broken. It’s the new normal. You’ll get used to it. Take it day by day.
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