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“There is nothing quite like the unnatural power that the death of a loved one has on a person. It is a pain that no medicine can cure. It is a tumor rooted in the bones and the soul that no surgery can cut out. It is an inescapable reality that insists on being lived in. The brightest days seem dark. The warmest colors appear cold. So powerful is the experience that it can dull the senses in a way that takes a person out of life itself a death by proxy.”

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Horizon: A Novella

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“The thing that eventually strikes you about the death of someone you love is the permanence. When that hits, there is an overpowering sense of loneliness and aloneness. Those wounds do not remain raw, not forever, but they do remain.”

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“We know about this. People are going to say a lot of idiot things to you.” She meant I should remember what it was like when she had the stillbirth and her first husband left her seven months later. Her voice came sort over the phone. She still sounds like herself, hasn’t picked up that Georgia molasses accent. “Just give them the bereavement face and say, ‘Bless your heart.’ Down here they teach girls to say that instead of bullshit. This is one of those times when people crowd in, nothing anyone says is the least comfort, but no one has the sense to know to shut up.”