It had been a long day for him. He neatly folded his clothes for the next day as he learned in the military. Before walking into the kitchen, he placed the impeccably folded clothing beside his daughter’s bed. She no longer slept there because she was being raised by her grandparents. This was a thought that stung anytime it entered his mind.
It was a cold Wednesday in March and in the wee hours of the morning, he couldn’t cope. He found some relief one of the only ways he knew how, although he sensed he may regret it.
A quick pain ascended. His blood felt like razors. It all happened so swiftly; there was no stopping it. A tiny clang belted outward. Then, everything was silent.
The silence remained until the next morning but, it wouldn’t last for long. Commotion arose from every which way. We all cried out, with each, a different form. It was the saddest day. Perhaps, it was the end of a lot. Perhaps, at the same time, it was also the beginning. The beginning of something wonderful and horrible in a miserable yet miraculous dance.
There would be a space missing for a while until we all realized it wasn’t a space at all. For it was just a new land being crafted before our very eyes.
We all still miss you.