The Death of Her Child
Me walking into a store nearby and so happy to see the manager I haven’t seen in quite a while…
Me: “It’s so good to see you! I’ve missed you. Where have you been?”
Her: “My daughter died.”
World stops.
My god.
Tears.
I ask if I can hug her (we’ve never hugged before).
She says yes.
We hugged for a very long time in front of the entrance.
I said nothing.
I was just with her in the immense truth of that fact.
I cried.
She cried.
I didn’t ask how or when or anything at all.
The moment didn’t require it.
I was just with her.
Hugging her.
Being to being.
Being love.
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