Jun 20, 2020
8 min read
She Asked Me To Write Her Obituary
On Finding Yourself In Someone Else’s Art
“Could you do me a big favor?” she whispers this into my ear when I’m half-asleep. One of my dogs is curled up behind me pressing into my back, her voice is in my head, and I’m warm and cozy under the blankets. Her question is quiet but serious, and I prop myself up on my pillows.
