“You didn’t like her. But you probably won’t remember her, you were too young. Not many people liked her, I didn’t really like her but I always answered the phone.”
Just like that she’s gone. And all I can think about is how maybe it’s not the way our world brings us such heavy sadness, but that when the sadness comes, our world allows it to stay. Allows it to live in some people until they no longer want to live with it. We assume people are okay unless they say they’re not. And this is how people slip through the cracks. How do we love harder?