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The first time I watched someone die, I was five.
distinct smell when death is imminent.
where people mostly floated in proximity without interaction.
Maybe he was some kind of con artist who preyed on the vulnerable and went to death cafés to find his next unsuspecting mark.
“It’s always important to be honest, Clover—even when people don’t hold you accountable.”
It felt callous to be expected to resume life as normal six months after losing someone whose existence had been so indelibly intertwined with yours.
It frustrated me that society was so determined to quantify grief, as if time could erase the potency of love. Or, on the other hand, how it dictated that grief for someone you knew fleetingly should be equally as fleeting. But while a mother who miscarries might not have ever had the chance to hold that child, they had plenty of time to love them, to dream and hope for them. And that means their grief is twofold—they’re not just grieving the child, but the life they never got to experience. Who are we to tell anyone their pain isn’t worthy?
said, arranging the sugar sachets in a row.
“If you want something you don’t have,” he’d said, “you have to do something you’ve never done.”
Over the past two weeks, I’d carefully documented all the signs in my journal.
“Love isn’t like that—I just can’t get my head around how to do it.”
It’s no easy feat to raise a child, especially if you weren’t expecting to. I’m sure he would be very proud of you.”
it made me wonder if I was really living a life that would make him proud.
Grief is just love looking for a place to settle.
The secret to a beautiful death is living a beautiful life.
Claudia and her great love were reunited at last.
Their fate had somehow determined mine.
We are here.
