Tripp's post kept some thoughts i've been having going.

I read Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking this weekend. It was due to the library on Saturday and I couldn't renew it so I started on Friday and finished Saturday morning. I had been wanting to read it for a while, but had been putting it off. I reccomend it to anyone who feels like they currently have the emotional stamina to explore grief.

I found the first half or so emotionally wrenching. I recognized the strange grieving thought process- the illogical thoughts that get clung to- and it was strange reading about it and all the while trying not to think too deeply for fear my thoughts might come true.

A few years ago someone I was friends with died, and I found myself almost manic for a little while with the secret knowledge that they weren't really gone.

As years go by, faces that once appeared regularly show up less often in the crowds. Perhaps I no longer expect to see them.