I would never ask that.”

“Some people don’t mean harm when they say it.

They just don’t understand.”

“I know what it’s like when someone you love becomes a story people think you should finish.”

I looked at the blue music box on the shelf and understood exactly what she meant.

Loss didn’t disappear because life continued.

It changed shape, and sometimes it left room for another person to sit beside you.

We turned out the kitchen light together.