Our shiny life together and my fear were so at odds, I mostly kept how I felt hidden. Advertisement AdvertisementAdvertisement AdvertisementHe once said, smiling, that he thought I’d like him best wrapped in cotton wool and kept in a drawer. … Superstitiously terrified that if I told anyone, it might come true, I kept it secret. Occasionally I feel myself sliding toward fear for loved ones — even for Simon, forgetting he’s gone, or hoping he’s safe wherever he is. Without him, I feel tethered to the earth by the thinnest thread, viscerally sure of what doesn’t matter — almost all the preoccupations that backdrop our lives — and what does: love, love, love, kindness, open-heartedness, open-mindedness.

Source: Huffington Post February 15, 2026 07:45 UTC