I already think about death a lot. Like, a lot a lot. But even more so this week, as I’ve been grieving someone I love. When I sat down to write, this was what came out.

How do you grieve? How can we talk about a meaningful life when we don’t talk about a meaningful death? I don’t have all the answers, and I suspect I’ll spend my whole life trying to figure this all out, but this is an attempt at making progress at least.