day 09 || the present consoles
the past

This week I finished reading Joan Didion's THE YEAR OF MAGICAL THINKING. Left me feeling numb. Not ready to prepare myself for the possible, future, unavoidable deaths of others in my life.

Even though I experienced the loss of my 18 yr old brother in 1987; the loss of my grandmother in 1996; the loss of a close friend, cut off in her prime, in 1994—

these events still haunt me, distract the habitual path of the normal waking day.