And just like that, everything changes. In a moment. In a word. You see the things that matter, the things that don’t. And you wonder how you ever mistook one for the other.
Life’s like that sometimes. It gets us in our secret place. Where we go to hide from the world – and from ourselves.
Death isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just…IS.
But the coffee machine’s still dripping on the counter. And there’s still sweeping to be done of the floor. Life goes on that way. Just a little calmer. A little quieter.
For a time.
We sit in silence.