I carried the photograph back to the hallway and held it against the wall at the height it had always been, the nail finding the hook on the back of the frame the way it had found it for fifteen years.
I let go.
It held.
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<p>I stepped back and looked at my family on a beach in a summer I still remembered the smell of, Richard slightly blurred at the edge of the frame, all of us caught between one moment and the next.</p>
<p>“March,” I said to no one in particular.</p>
<p>I turned off the hall light and went to bed.</p>
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My Kids Said I Needed to Stop Calling Them, So I Called My Lawyer Instead – Middle Aged Club
