Published: August 24, 2020
My friend Paul died last week. No one could jump into planes or taxi cabs to swamp the bereaved with love
Grief is a powerful and chaotic emotion even when the world’s not ending, but in this strange, still and anxious time of coronavirus, its challenge feels impossible.
My friend Paul died last week. We’d been close for 20 years. Not yet 60, he was bronzed and handsome, and he favoured cashmere sweaters in colours like lilac, and aqua, and rust. He had a musical background and still sang like the peal of a celebration bell – most often in his kitchen, over something vegetarian, cooking for guests.
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