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you long to be on your grandmother’s lap again, to watch attentively as your mother applies her lipstick. but you no longer have the eyes of a child and your perception of the world is clouded by the pain of their absence. so you carry that tenderness with you as you move through the world. the intimacy you once bore witness to becomes a practice... See more

She meant, I think, that a love lost is grieved forever, whatever the nature of the loss — this she knew, and turned the ongoingness of it into a lifetime of art — but by looking back, we are reminded over and over that the sharp edge of grief does smooth over time, that today’s blunt ache is worlds apart from the first stabs, until grief becomes,... See more