As I stand, I instinctively reach to brush off my knee. Dust clings there as if to remind me I am still stuck here on this earth. There is something which approaches holy that happens as I stand between the living and the dead


With that one simple movement, a whole lifetime seems to wash away before my eyes. …My day will end with my black shoes sitting on the kitchen floor and a dark suit hanging in the closet.​ I will settle into an evening routine and do it all again tomorrow. They will not. Their tomorrow will look very different than their today.