Grief is often portrayed as a loud, shattering event—a cacophony of sirens and the sound of things breaking. But when mine finally arrived, it was quiet, carried on the hum of highway miles and the stale, bitter scent of thermos coffee. I am a truck driver, a man accustomed to the solitude of the open road, yet nothing could have …
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