Rereading an old post, I was caught by a particular phrase that struck me as if I were reading it anew.
Time changes our ability to access every single detail. And like waking from a dream, there are moments of being half in one world and half in another. Grief in the rearview mirror is like that. The edges are blurred, the intensity is muted. And then there are times when the kaleidoscope rotates in such a way that everything clicks and is crystal clear once again. When objects in that mirror are much, much closer than they appear.Grief in the rearview mirror.
So I did what any self-respecting / slightly-loathing wannabe author would do. I Googled it.
And they say there’s no longer any such thing as an original thought on the internet.
Patricia Alderman 