There’s nothing new to say about grief. I’m convinced that it’s all been said in every way possible. And yet we live in a time of inescapable grief. Two weeks ago, my beloved aunt unexpectedly passed away. Last Saturday, I attended her funeral. I took a train down, thirteen hours to Raleigh. When my mother called to tell me that her sister was dying, her voice sounded hollow. She stuck to the medical facts of the matter. She said had waited so long to tell me because she didn’t know how. When I cried, she said she didn’t want me to be upset.
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