“Are you on anything now?” the therapist asked.

She is.

Mention the gummies your friend shared with you this past week to help you sleep.

He’s disappearing, is what my brain was saying. Only he’s doing it slowly and telling you about it. This is amazing.

I hated my teacher, Mrs. Castrofalo, and she hated me right back.

My friend Jill is hilarious.

As I drove home from the park where Bird and I walked this morning, I touched my heart. “You are my person,” I said.

(One thing about being deep in grief is you have people share sleep aids with you, so my dreams have been…extra.)

To be grieving and to not resist it is, in some ways, pure pleasure.

We will remember you always and forever and miss you completely.

I have done this exercise countless times in my writing groups, and what I’ve found is that time and time again the writings sounded, sometimes even more than angry or furious, cleanly honest

I guess I thought you’d live forever.