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TWA Flight 800 had exploded over the Atlantic Ocean that year. I couldn’t forget the pictures I’d seen on TV.
Singing was my escape. It’s why I was a theater kid—because onstage, I didn’t have to think. The stage was the most solid ground imaginable, where life followed a script.
Guilt follows grief like a hangover, does it not?”
She walked everywhere, all the time, as if she had to remain in motion or whatever she was walking away from would catch up to her.
All feelings are valid. The hard work is processing them as they come instead of trying to push them away.”
“You’re trying to be strong, but you’ve got the definition wrong. Be weak. Being weak is stronger and scarier and harder than toughing it out in spite of yourself.”
Why shouldn’t he keep believing in Santa as long as possible? He deserved uncomplicated magic in his complicated life.
If the saxophone doesn’t make you want to wrap your arms around another person and sway all night in the middle of your kitchen, then you don’t have ears.
In this old house, on the precipice of a new beginning, between the cold tile and the warmth of his body, I understood how life could be both beautiful and devastating at the same time. Maybe healing was just learning how to live with both.
Grieving didn’t just happen—grieving was hard work.
How could a person be gone if their love survived?
Because what were mother and daughter if not two women trying to love each other in the best way they knew how?
