I thought about Marianne first when I heard the news of Cohen. Specifically, I thought about what it is like to be tethered to someone or something for so long that their exit rolls out the red carpet for your own. It’s like if you love someone or something or someplace for long enough, they or it become embedded in your heart. And so their death becomes a small death of your own. Leonard Cohen loved a person enough to grow old as she grew old, and then loved her enough to want to follow her to what might be a better place.
