10. The Move

She died.

My little sister.

Leukemia.

Seven years old.

He died too.

My grandfather.

Dachau.

But not as a prisoner.

The other one lived.

Waffen-SS.

Red Cross.

Eastern Front.

Later:

Stamps.

Coffee.

Quiet decades.

We have it good.

You have it good.

Don’t say it lightly.

Don’t say it like a sentence.

Say it like a prayer

you’re not sure you believe.

Say it

and mean the silence after.