People always asked how long it would take before life felt normal again.
I never knew how to answer.
Normal never came back.
The first two years disappeared into survival.
Changing diapers while trying not to cry. Falling asleep on the nursery floor. Going back to work because diapers refused to wait for grief.
Normal never came back.
Some mornings I’d pour cereal into the refrigerator and milk into the cupboard before realizing what I’d done.
My mother moved in with me to help, and I’m thankful to her for that every single day.
I filled our house with photographs of Sarah.
« Who dat? » Ari, almost two years old, asked me one day.
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