Last summer, my auntie Jo died suddenly – unexpectedly.
I haven’t written about it in any meaningful way, because, apart from the shock, which obliterated any kind of language or coherent thought, I was also mindful that this loss did not belong to me alone. Her absence is a hole that’s been ripped through our family. And I wasn’t sure how helpful it w…
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