Here After

by Sean Costello

the awkwardness of bereavement, the culture’s total lack of meaningful words or interactions in approaching those left behind.

He’d grown so accustomed to the weight of his loss, setting it down even for a moment seemed a betrayal.

“Truth,” he would tell David, “is a powerful tool. Of all things, honesty is the clearest measure of a man.”

You could hate God, but the hate was impotent without belief. Without hope.