JE and I split in late October—heartbroken and amicable.
Six days later, my dad died suddenly (over a 20-year period).
Sitting in the living room in Grimsby—the imprint of his body fading from the carpet.
I went to bed with two thoughts in my head.
Atomic explosion in my chest.
I took the Globe and Mail crossword from the top of the pile on my dad's desk.
In process—letters in red ink filling the squares.