You don’t know how much you love someone until you realize you’re never going to see them again. That you must live in a world where they no longer are. The finality of it, the utter endlessness of grief—it was overwhelming. She couldn’t fix it. Or change it. Or bargain with it. Or control it. It just happened and she was powerless. Grief was so brutal that she didn’t know if she’d survive. Some days she’d find herself walking the streets of Bristol looking around, thinking: How many of you have lost someone you’ve loved? How are you still standing?
