At the risk of sounding maudlin: Denise, hearing your voice always gives me solace. Our phone schedules never really mesh, but it’s miraculous when they do. To the Alphas: you always have my back. I heard about the flowers, and thanks for dealing with some parental panic. It’s just so reassuring to have a support system like you guys. I am so grateful, and, speaking on Stephen’s behalf, it’s a blessing to have friends like you.
I’ve been sitting here for three hours trying to write something for grief, or at least my weird and wandering ghost version of grief, but nothing seems to come. For some reason, I can only think of the ocean. I can only think about quick summer grass and sea glass. And gulls, and how they sound when they skim low over the water. How I’ve always loved that sound. (And how his thoughts might now be the thoughts of the sea, and his wild the wild of air.)