Johnathan Dodson

It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this ... See more

our lives, thanks to their finitude, are inevitably full of activities that we’re doing for the very last time. Just as there will be a final occasion on which I pick up my son—a thought that appalls me, but one that’s hard to deny, since I surely won’t be doing it when he’s thirty—there will be a last time that you visit your childhood home, or sw... See more

F. Scott Fitzgerald once said that part of the beauty of all literature is “You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

I want to bring your attention to the fact that grief is itself a form of loving. Of course we grieve when we experience loss, but within the experience of grieving loss, there is love. After all, we grieve for what we love, and part of love is letting go. Even letting go can be an expression of your love. To let go is as much an expression of love

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