You kept it to yourself ( Read more... )

"It gets better," she said, one day, over coffee. "There will be days when you don't even think about it. In time."

But she lied, or else was wrong, and his is a number I can't take off my phone, and his is a face that won't be in the crowd.

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The thing about death is this. Sometimes you're standing on a subway platform, or walking down a supermarket aisle, or ordering your lunch from a deli counter when you see someone and think, "Oh, I know that person..." and then suddenly you think, "No, wait, that can't be him. He's dead. This is someone else." It doesn't happen all the time. It's ( Read more... )