5 Things

In theory, I should have been prepared for the grief. We’d known the end was coming, and I’d been the one to get the call that there was nothing left to do. I’d been the one to sign the papers for it, and I’d been the one who had to look her in her beautiful face and tell her it was time for hospice, when she’d been in physical therapy the day before. Besides. It was cancer. What kind of happy ending was I expecting?