My parents were the kind of couple that went everywhere holding hands. When I lost my beloved father to a stroke in 2017, I felt as if a bomb had gone off. Everything reverberated with the echo of his absence.   The pyrex incident really did happen, although I have adjusted a few details for the sake of coherence. Death, when it comes, cuts us wide open. It is so sharp and hard to swallow.

Nominated for Best of the Net in 2023 and 2024, Alison Hurwitz is the host of the monthly online reading, Well-Versed Words.  Her work is forthcoming in Thimble Literary Magazine, Rust and Moth, and others. When not writing, she officiates weddings and memorials.

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