When Death Comes

I heard from my sister about an hour ago that our aunt, Alice, had died. The first thing I saw when I logged onto Facebook was a request to reshare one of my old posts: Mary Oliver's poem When Death Comes.

Also, logged back into Facebook and a friend was sharing a trailer which features Beatles music. Alice was a life-long Beatles fan. She once, watching a fan going hysterical at a televised Beatles concert, started ragging on the young woman until she realized it was herself.

Grief

Today I could not people. Today I disappeared into the park and didn't even bring the dog.