Marcel Proust said memory is a process, not a
repository.
In the days after Evelyn’s
death, an avalanche of memories filled the house. A slideshow of
our life together played continuously on the wall, but out of sequence. It was an Evelyn and
grief marathon, 24 hours a day.
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