Why is it so hard to hear that someone was devoted to you? Lots of people have said it. The vicar, family members, even people I don’t recognise. They say how kindly he spoke of me and how his eyes lit up when he did, and I don’t know where to put myself. I knew how he felt, of course I did, but it’s hard to hear it from all directions, especially with him gone. Because I’ve never really been sure what it was about me that he admired so much.
