“It was a warm summer’s day when I first felt his presence. He stood on the outskirts of the house. Watching…waiting…

He was terrible and beautiful.

And Grief and Death don’t miss their appointments.”

“I’ve noticed this underlying thread of grief quietly woven through my life. Grief, as he is commonly understood, is undesirable. Forceful. Even sadistic in nature.

But I’ve learned differently.

He has even led me here. To these letters.

These words are my gift to you, Alayna Baby. My legacy. My heart. My hope.”