“As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.” FeelsBodyFormParentLossPerfectGrowingWeightAbsenceTinyCriedBereavementUnbearableSherry Author:Robert Wiersema
