On Monday

Her son killed himself today.  And I want to hate him.  This boy who chose for his family.  But why?  Why hate him?  What would hate bring but deeper sorrow?  I saw a child in the details.  I did.  And what mother would deny a child grace?

We make grief a ceremony.  Give it rites.  Method.  Blot out the light. Shear your hair.  Ululate.  Sing to the dead.  Remember.

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