Such is the fabric of grief. Unpatterned, unremarkable, yet complete; it stretches over every surface, until it covers all — beyond the confines of even what it’s meant to memorialize.
Joey, I love everything you write. This one is achingly beautiful❤️ Reminds me of a book I want to send u a link to… I’ll send it thru Anne 😭
"What a shame that we only know such elided versions of each other — even those we love the most."