Becoming Duchess Goldblatt

by Duchess Goldblatt

I must have slept weird, folks. My backstory is killing me.

When someone you love dies, you lose them in pieces over time, but you also get them back in pieces: little fragments of memory come rushing back through what they cared about, what brought them joy. If you’re lucky, you get little pieces back for the rest of your life.

Don’t let anyone shame you for your love of an imaginary friend. Religions have been founded on less.

If you’ve ever wondered what the right thing is to say to someone who’s grieving a death, I think this is it: Tell me all about your dear one.

Close your eyes and visualize the best possible outcome. When it’s not looking, grasp it by the neck and fling it into reality.