Stories by Claire Henline

Social media has forever expanded the way we express sorrow and grief. Online grieving and condolences are part of a standard ritual in the aftermath of tragedy and death.

“Remember us,” he said to me. That was his hope, should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be.

Cinco de Mayo marks the day of my dad and my last journey, our last playlist, at Arlington National Cemetery. 

There is great weight in the notion that there are only ever “days after 9/11.” There seems no way, in our lifetime at least, to ever go back to September 10th.