At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

disappear into cloud and grief feels less like drowning than like being slowly filled with stones, I stand by the window and speak to Emily the way I used to when she called from the kitchen as a child.

You mattered.

You were loved.

You are not reduced to what he did.

I could not save her from the cancer.

I could not save her from Derek soon enough.

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