bad news

I dislike getting the bad news of a family leaving – it isn’t so bad once it starts, once it’s going on and I’m nodding and my throat is closing but at least I can keep my breath even. But that first moment, the first few words, hurts like an internal sucker punch.

I’m embarrassed to admit I’m still not used to it, that I wonder if I ever could.


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