When death becomes you, you will look back at old text conversations and replay the real ones in your head. And if you think hard enough,...

I miss you. Obviously. I miss you when I see your friends, and when your brother posts a picture on social media. You two have the same...

I feel like a horrible granddaughter. I should’ve spent more time with him while he was here last year. I should’ve dropped him off at...

Sometimes I talk to the dead. I lay in her bed, and get my shoes dirty from playing with her sheets. I bring her trinkets, hoping they...

Usually, I spend my birthday throwing back Hennessy shots, or wading in aquamarine waters. This year I attended a funeral viewing, and...