I feel like this is a common title for my blog posts…is it?

Tuesday was a day of wind, a day whipped up with pain. Ashley Szanter’s mom died suddenly, and I find myself caught up in the eddies. Machines breaking (Maggie’s phone, my computer) cannot compete with the gale of loss. The pain of one ripples out to others. I feel the gust of her exhale across the hallway. I hug Ashley and come away damp with tears. The gushing tears, the rush of exhaled pain, a vocalized airstream. Brenda heard her mother’s final exhalation and saw the air leave her body.

Not ready to write but feeling the need. I’ll come back to these notes after I listen to music.