| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A cluster of grief, knotted Feeling so goddamned teary today. The old holiday mix I'm listening to is not helping probably but I love Ri1o Kiley's "It's A1most Christmas" so much. So much that I cry. It's the hormones, right? Or maybe it's the email from my stepfather telling me about the grief support/walking group he just joined. "I'm out of shape," he says of the group, which is all women except for him. "But I met a woman who knew Pama1a ... [and] remembered as "that beautiful and private woman." Teary, I tell you. And today my former boss/current colleague came in to tell us about the update on her cancer. She's still in treatment for this very rare glandular cancer but we are past pretenses now. She will likely die within the year. She wrote a beautiful and profound essay that will appear in a major city's newspaper on Sunday (DearEdw1n, it will be in your metropolis' paper) and then we'll run it next week. Teary, I tell you. Right now it just feels as though there's a cluster of grief knotted at the back of my throat, choking me. 11:02 am - 09.12.15
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