The Last Invitation

by Darby Kane

“The pain never dulls. The loss doesn’t ease with more time and distance. The hole remains, and with every year, each missed moment and lost celebration, it grows deeper and darker as you throw more loss in it.

She knew from experience grief was a nasty bastard. It wiggled its way in and shrouded every moment in darkness. It leaked and spread until it kidnapped the good memories and created minefields of pain.