One of my partners friends told me a long time ago that when someone dies, you can almost be closer to them, because they are always with you in a way that in life, they aren’t.

I kind of understood what he meant. I’m reading a memoir about grief and trying to get justice for a horrible murder — it’s written by a woman whose sister was the victim of intimate partner homicide at age 20. It’s called “Liliana’s Invincible Summer” and it’s very good. These lines reminded me of what Joe’s...

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