by Jane Jay
Whenever I talk to Patrick about Laura's death, he uses the verb "pass." Written it looks like dying's an achievement, but he says it softly, to express his tactful condolences.
I say "die." I loved her in nearly all the ways I can love somebody. I put dirt in her grave with my hands.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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