Quiet. I don't feel anything right now. I sat there after with my tea in one hand and the lid to my thermos in the other and didn't rightly know what to do beyond drink more scalding tea. Any actions past that seemed absurd.

She's gone. And I'll miss her, but I'm relieved that she isn't in pain anymore. But there is this impending quiet after someone passes away, like we are all stricken mute as a soul takes one last look around.

They fought and exchanged words on top of her last breath. But she's gone now.  ¶ 4:26 AM