Sucker Punch Sally
It turns out grief is a fickle bitch. You’re nearly 5 years in. Managing. Understanding that the loss isn’t easier, but you’re better at managing it. Then your sister gets engaged. You think about how she’d be so proud and excited. She’d be involved as much as you’d let her. She’d alter the dress. She’d secretly give her some money to put towards the celebration. She’d have insisted on throwing a shower—and inviting EVERYONE. She’d be keeping people in line. She’d manage expectations. She’d show up. She’d be the Auntie. She’d also be a second mother. You don’t realize any of this. Not until you’re in the final stages of planning your sister’s wedding. Sucker Punch Sally Grief hits you right in the gut. The bitch watches you stagger backward completely caught off guard. One foot back. Catching yourself. Your head lolls back. Unexpectedly. Just as you shake off the surprise you see her coming at you again. This time slightly more prepared you catch your brea...
