Bee. I went to sleep exhausted but also relieved. Somehow we made it through. Two months ago, I don’t know if I’d have been able to get out of bed. Slowly, impossible as it once seemed, we are healing. My journey is slower than the others’, but the sticky gauze that has enveloped me since Bee’s death is not thick as it once was and, at moments, even loosens enough for thin rays of brightness to break through.
