A Heart That Works

by Rob Delaney

I genuinely believe, whether it’s true or not, that if people felt a fraction of what my family felt and still feels, they would know what this life and this world are really about.

Grief drove a bus through the part of my brain where memories are stored.

You really can’t even imagine the compound horrors that build up around the dying and the death itself and threaten to choke you. So much is poisoned.