The Moth Presents: All These Wonders: True Stories About Facing the Unknown

by Catherine Burns

And when we dare to listen, we remember that there is no “other,” there is only us, and what we have in common will always be greater than what separates us.

“Just walk fearlessly into the house of mourning, for grief is just love squaring up to its oldest enemy. And after all these mortal human years, love is up to the challenge.”

Most days I wake up, and the world is so diminished without him in it, it’s like there’s been a total eclipse of the sun. Only I’m the only one who can see it, and I know the light is never coming back.

And there are times now where I feel RJ. I feel that he is. And in those moments I know it’s his turn, for his love to carry me.

And you really never want to follow a ninety-four-year-old, you know what I mean? Not on the highway, not onstage—just never.

A friend of mine once told me that the grass is greener where you water it: I had forgotten to water the grass.