The Pick Up
The Pick Up I picked up my son on a cold rainy day his 6’3” frame reduced to ashes ashes contained in a plastic box I took his remains surprised by their heaviness placing him on the seat next to me I cried and cried and cried I arrived home exhausted by sorrow weak vulnerable unwilling unable to show anyone else Nathan’s ashes the sorrow the exhaustion the despair was too overwhelming Back to Journey w/ Grief |