English 101: Creative Nonfiction Date: April 14, 2026
This paper is an attempt to map that geography of absence. It is not a eulogy, for you hated formal things. It is a record of the summer I learned that a person can be gone and still take up all the oxygen in a room.
The silence was not passive. It was a low-frequency hum that lived in the refrigerator’s motor and the distant highway. I learned to listen for you in the gaps between songs on the radio, in the pause before the thunder cracked. I learned that the loudest sound in the world is the absence of a person clearing their throat.
On the last day of summer, I ate one of your tomatoes. It was mealy and too ripe. But I salted it anyway. I ate it standing at the kitchen counter, looking out the window at the empty porch swing, and I did not feel better. I did not feel healed.