My friend Susanne did the most amazing thing: She came to my ex-husband’s wake. Not only that, but she brought me this little pouch containing exactly what I didn’t know I needed — breath mints (dry mouthed, talking to lots of people), Lara Bar (sometimes no appetite until I’m starving), tissues (face already rough from unexpected tears and scavenged paper towels).
Susanne’s thoughtfulness and care inspired me to write this. (And yes, I am slowly coming back to writing here; this week writing about grief because I’m in it. Next week I hope to have the strength to write something about style again. Thank you for sticking with me.)
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