Her voice is gentle, attention steady. So often, people are uncomfortable with grief. It’s hard to look it in the eye of others. Because ultimately, we’re terrified that one day, grief will reflect in our own gaze, too, and we aren’t ready to face it. We’re never really ready. But Emonie, she looks right at me with unabashed boldness, like she isn’t afraid of being tainted by my grief, not afraid to look at it too. And I get the sense that it’s because she’s known grief herself.
