This is Didion’s account of the year after the unexpected death of her husband. I still gravitate to books on grief, I suppose, even four years later. I understood so many things that she said, so much of her irrational guilt and the struggle to bring back the dead … to exhume them and to keep pretending that they’re not really gone. It makes me want to go and re-read A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis, but I guess that’s no surprise.

The scary thing is how much it frightened me … to think of getting married to Jeremy and how inevitable it is that one of us is going to face this one day.