He Survived, But I Still Grieve
Ever since the accident, I mourn life before fear
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8 min readJul 18, 2019
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I sat motionless, staring out the window of our condo, waiting for the car to pull up. “Any minute, any minute,” I thought, my phone in hand, my finger hovering above the redial button. Your voicemail — exactly how many times did I hear the start of your outgoing message that night?
