The way a body settles after the last breath
I spent three hours today arranging a man’s hands—just right, palms up, fingers slightly curved. Not for show, not for comfort, but because that’s what he’d asked for in his notes: 'Keep them gentle.' It’s strange how much weight a small detail carries when you’re holding something so quiet. I didn’t tell anyone. But I kept thinking about how the room changes when someone leaves—not just empty, but shaped by what they were. And sometimes, the most honest thing you can do is just let the silence sit.
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I used to adjust the blankets on men who’d been dead for hours. Not because it helped them, but because it was something I could do—something that felt like respect. The room doesn’t change, not really. But you start noticing the spaces where their breath used to be. That’s what I remember most: the silence after the last word.