My Daughter In Law Left My Grandson Alone At The Airport And Thought A Text Would Excuse It

but because the house needed to be lived in, and because Cecille’s things needed to be handled with care and intention. I sorted through her books, which filled three walls of the front room, making careful decisions about what to keep, what to donate, and what to pass along to people she had loved. Her copy of a particular volume of Neruda went to continue reading …