[Meryl sits and looks at the message a long time before replying. She hadn't really expected to feel how she feels now when she began perusing the network.]
When I think I've someone I've lost, I think of all the things I wish I could say to them—all the things I already said that I wish I could say again, only better. And it hurts that I can't. That's how grief feels for me.
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When I think I've someone I've lost, I think of all the things I wish I could say to them—all the things I already said that I wish I could say again, only better. And it hurts that I can't. That's how grief feels for me.
I don't know how we handle it. We just do.