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“Even if it’s just a small piece of me, it’s good practice for the trillions of years yet to pass in which I will not exist.”
“…that eager, / kicking foot. There’s nothing in me now”
by Brady Huggett
My own mother died years ago, and, similar to Honor Moore’s experience, she left me her journals, letters, essays, and notebooks filled with quotations and existential pondering. Like Moore, it took me years to fully unpack the boxes, a decade slipping away before I gathered the courage to read it all front to back and try to make sense of my mother’s life.