But we frightened him, us girls, with our intensity, the weight of our sadness and the sharpness of our hearts
Lauren DeStefanoI'm sitting on the floor of the hospital lobby, waiting. That’s always the worst part, the waiting.
Lauren DeStefanoThe absurdity of it all.
Lauren DeStefanoOld cheerful songs about frivolous things that mean nothing to me.
Lauren DeStefanoI want to be the cure that doesn’t exist. But I’m nothing. I can’t even work up the courage to say something.
Lauren DeStefano...but now she’s somber. The sunlight in her fine honey-brown hair does nothing to relinquish her from the grayness that overshadows her.
Lauren DeStefanoThis isn’t living, what all of us are doing. We drive down long, dilapidated back roads.
Lauren DeStefanothe abandoned traffic lights stare at us like empty eye sockets. Fields have gone to weed. There’s a little town of houses that have been haphazardly repaired by boards and scraps of metal.
Lauren DeStefanoWe’re all living in a parallel universe of what the world used to be.
Lauren DeStefanoShe was right. There is no finality to a funeral. Linden is gone and I saw him go, but there’s still the sense that he’s somewhere. Everything in me is telling me to go outside and find him, bring him back.
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