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I brushed the hair back off her forehead, put some of Jillian’s lip balm on her lips. Lit her favorite candle. Then I picked up her hand and pressed the back of it to my cheek and closed my eyes. I was going to miss her so much. I wasn’t ready. My job was to help others be ready, but I couldn’t do it for myself. I felt like I couldn’t do anything for myself right now. I couldn’t unpack my apartment or ask a cute guy for his name in a courtyard. I couldn’t even put air in my tires. I knew my life would kick-start again. But it wouldn’t happen until hers was over. It would happen because hers
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