“you get 3 days of bereavement” our employee relations manager smiles.

3 days to sob until I throw up.

3 days to stand my father up.

3 days to pick out my mother’s favorite pink suit she wore at easter time.

3 days to face time with her nephew in italy minutes before she died.

3 days he smiles.

see you in 3 days.

i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.

i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.