Everything written after 2am and tagged grief.
dividing up our dead father's house turns into a quiet scramble over who claims things first, and what that says about us.
My dad's to-do list is still held to the fridge by an old magnet. Nobody has crossed anything off.
The fridge is full of other people's casserole dishes. Everyone cried today but me. I keep waiting to feel it.
Some things you only do when the house is empty and it's 2am. Her freezer, her handwriting, and the voicemail I've never finished.
I still pay eleven dollars a month for her phone, and I tell people it's because canceling is a hassle. It isn't. It's the voicemail.
The notification came at 1:53. It's her birthday, wish her well. She's been dead since October.
It's almost 3am and I'm typing a message to a number that doesn't go anywhere anymore.