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A list.
Botanical Garden
Farmers’ Market
Ice cream from Oakridge Street
Feed the ducks even if they ignore you
I laughed before I realized tears were already rolling down my face.
Feed the ducks even if they ignore you.
At the very bottom he’d written: “Ordinary Tuesdays are where life quietly hides.”
I looked around the park.
Children were chasing pigeons.
Someone walked a sleepy golden retriever.
An elderly couple argued cheerfully over a crossword puzzle.
Life hadn’t paused.
Only I had.
Life hadn’t paused.
***
The following Tuesday, I went to the botanical garden.
Afterward I wandered through the farmers’ market. Bought peaches I didn’t really need.
Then drove to the little ice cream stand on Oakridge Street.
Vanilla.
Thomas had guessed correctly.
It was my favorite.
Thomas had guessed correctly.
On the way home I stopped beside the lake.
The ducks ignored me completely.
I laughed out loud.
People stared.
For once, I didn’t care.
The ducks ignored me completely.
***
Months passed.
But I haven’t learned how to fix grief.
Because Thomas never had.
He had only taught me something much smaller.
Sometimes, the greatest kindness isn’t finding the right words.
It’s making sure another person never has to carry them alone.
I haven’t learned how to fix grief.