Grief manifests itself if unpredictable ways. I picked Beckett up from school and there was a card in his cubby addressed to him. I waited until I got home to open it, and it was from his preschool teacher saying goodbye to him.
The next morning when I dropped him off I asked about his teacher. They confirmed that the day before had been her last day.
I cried for five hours. Literally. Uncontrollable sobbing. I just couldn't have one more person leave my life without saying goodbye.
Unexpected. Jarring. Wrenching. Awful.
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