Week Notes 2021-09

Since Malcolm died, last week, I am able to go anywhere in my house at any time. And that makes me sad. Being faithfully present to one another is a discipline, but it’s a discipline that grows into a habit, and a habit that grows into a comfort. The freedom I’m experiencing right now seems to me to have been bought at too great a price. I preferred my limits, the limits set upon me by my affection for Malcolm and my desire to repay him, as best I could, for what he had so constantly offered me for nearly fourteen wonderful years.

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