Grief for Katy

A lament for the love of my life

  • Today’s entry in “Healing After Loss” reads: What we call mourning for our dead is perhaps not so much grief at not being able to call them back as it is grief at not being able to want to do…


  • My love, my love, my love, Not just disintegrative grief, without you. Paralyzing, bone-freezing terror as well. You knew me when we were children. You knew the scared, sad little boy that I was, the one who would finally find…


  • Dear Katy, Hello from the fake world, the one you left and are no longer in. I went for my walk in the fake world this morning and cried over you for some small reason I don’t remember We’re running…



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