Pack Up the Moon

by Kristan Higgins

There’s something about being near the ocean that puts your life in perspective. It’s reassuring, that’s what it is.

“There’s no word for me anymore,” she said. “I’ve been a sister since I was five. Now my sister’s gone. What does that even make me?” She started bawling in earnest.

Thank you for being a voice in the middle of the night. Thanks for letting me be someone else for a little while. Thanks for working the night shift. Thanks for never knowing how much I lost.

Today, he would remember how happy they had been.

Everyone should get to die like this, in the arms of the person they loved best.