Finding Grace

by Loretta Rothschild

Night after night, when I was alive, I had looked at my deepening crow’s-feet with such disdain before I went to bed. I hadn’t realized just how lucky I was to have them. Aging had been marketed all wrong. The world seemed to prioritize a regimented skincare routine over the wonder of getting old.

Nobody on earth has the constitution to metabolize the sudden and terrific loss of unconditional love.

It never ceased to amaze him how two people could share the same DNA yet little else.