" & I think about everything my father
left behind that won't be in that box:

the swollen questions
that are bursting the seams of our lives.

The huge absence that stretches over
every waking moment.

The despaired - the broken that fell apart
long before his plane did.

I look at the scraps of a body
they have piled into a casket & called a man.

I know the remains are strewn around us.
In this everyday life of the left over. "

― Elizabeth Acevedo , Clap When You Land