I Went To Help Her

Day 1244.

Another boy is dead.

I sit with his Mother, so fresh in her grief.

We hug.

We talk.

We share our dark secrets.

We laugh.

We cry.

I don’t know her or her boy and yet we are intimate on an unimaginable level, joined at our most tender part - our grief.

She has half his ashes. Her ex husband, his dad, has the other.

And just like that, in curiosity, she dares to opens his urn and examine his ashes.

I have not yet looked at Luke’s ashes.

I have always wanted to but I was afraid.

And now, here we are examining the ashes of her darling boy, in the safety of each other, together.

I went to help her and suddenly, just like that ... She helps me.