I’ve been wanting to read this book, but I’ve put it off because I was afraid it would exhume the grief I’ve been trying to bury over the past few years. And I was not wrong, a few pages in and memories of my deceased father came rushing in. I was encircling lines that I would have written myself if I ever knew how to actually write. Turns out grief is a universal language. It’s the same for everyone.
— Jan 22, 2026 11:45AM
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