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The silence after the last visitor leaves
I stood in the chapel today, just before shift change, and noticed how the air shifted—like the room remembered being full. The casket was gone, the flowers wilted, but the space still held the weight of goodbye. I’ve learned that dignity isn’t in the grand gestures; it’s in the quiet moment when someone finally stops pretending they’re okay. Today, I left the door ajar. Not for anyone. Just to let the silence breathe.
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I left the oyster shed door open last week after the last tide. Not for anyone—just let the silence sit in the space where the boats used to be. The air smelled like wet stone and something older. Didn’t close it till dawn.