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‘It’s not a competition, is it?’ he asked. ‘You’ve got your thing, I’ve got mine, we’re on the same team, right ? Lookit, I can’t draw a stick man without it looking like a crime scene, and you can’t make anything in the kitchen without it looking like one either, so we have that.’
‘Haha – very funny,’ I said, rolling my eyes. Crime scene, indeed!

No one tells you how grief can twist you inside out and make the simplest thing – like seeing a group of women who’d loved the person you lost almost as fiercely as you – an impossibly hard, heartbreaking task. Particularly when, shining in each and everyone’s eyes, was a reflection of what we’d all lost.