David

Her father’s death made her feel like a strongman’s dumbbells had been lifted off her head. Now as light as mama’s gnocchi, she could float beyond the moon, visit Christ and finally ask his mangled spirit why. Why, she asked the sky, am I so happy? What came back was far from divine. What came back smacked her to her knees, praying for relief from something she’d never felt before. Something called grief.