Memorial Days

by Geraldine Brooks

One day I found a list that concluded with the item: Check other list.

Dark thoughts, fears, the insecure ramblings of insomniac nights—these are more easily prodded with the pen, the ink more easily spilled, more legible.

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left, how light carries on endlessly, even after death.” Those lyrics are from a song titled “Saturn,” by Ryan O’Neal,