He’s Dead to Me

Photo by Tim Marshall

During the I-dos I stared ahead, smiling the way I do when I don’t know what else to do. It wasn’t just being nervous, it was visualizing, preparing for even, a tragedy. My aunt was blotting her eyes with a tissue. The best man was plainly sobbing. I felt nothing at all. This was her big day and I was dissociating, a feeling of numbness washed over me.

Fast forward eight months.