Sometimes death reminds me of language. As soon as I learn a new word it suddenly pops up in conversation, in a book, or on my favorite show; it’s literally everywhere. Death feels like that. A friend takes their own life and suddenly the headlines are all about suicide, plot lines follow a suicide, people I barely know die by suicide. Or is death always there? Have people always been using that word and have dozens of people taken their own lives and I just didn’t notice? We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~Madame de Stael A suicide in August, another in September, and then this month a death that rocked me, followed by another that came without…
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