After the Funeral, There is the Quiet

Today I’m thinking about Emily Rapp’s experience after her infant son Ronan died at the age of three, as well as about people I loved who died in April — my wife Evelyn twelve years ago; John’s wife Anne, thirteen; and Judy’s husband John, fifteen. I hold them in my heart, along with those I don’t know who also lost loved ones this month. This month of death continues to make us moody, even snarly, years later.

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