Brittany Lee Allen

Grief Oblivion

Grief floats through the air like smoke above us, entering our lungsā€”a breath thief. I look around to see hands wiping tears from eyes, looks of shock and helplessness. Death has shaken us again. My four-year-old sits under the smoke, unmoved, unaware. He flips through the pew Bible and smiles up at me, then at […]