Cabin Notes - Jan. 17
Rescue me.
As you can imagine, grief is rummaging around the house, finding places to perch and hide, and I am a willing seeker. I still open the bathroom door after I shower to call for Coop. “Coop, licks!” And I watch as I let his spirit into the bathroom before closing the door again, imagining he’s busy licking the water off my shins. I don’t know what kind of…
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