When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

“It grows smaller and tighter until it is a hard ball that settles in the pit of your stomach. Sometimes, when you least expect it, it twists and hurts.”

“It never goes away. Most days, it does lose its edge, but every so often, when you least expect it, grief cuts. And maybe that’s not so terrible. That jab is a reminder that you loved her very much.”