Into the Fall

by Tamara L. Miller

Months later, she will say she woke that morning to find her husband missing, but at her most vulnerable—when fear and loneliness creep in on sleepless nights—she’ll admit in those few moments, she knew Matthew was already lost to her.

life was better when you acted like a sapling in the wind, twisting and bending when needed, so that the roots stay strong and whole.

It was like that, grief. Dormant, but always ravenous, waking in its own time to steal away moments of contentment.

Grief can do that: transport you to a moment where hope is stronger than reality.

Death had come, and his words meant nothing in the face of it.