‘Some people,’ she said, and I wasn’t even sure she’d heard me, ‘they can just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me… I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just… something that happened. And, like that hole, I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
