Dear Quentin, Molly, Lydia, Purple, Samuel, Sindre, and Kin,
All I can do is to create this embrace, this vessel, of peace and love where sorrow can reside while you merge into this loss and these crushing adjustments.
Grief and love are strange bedfellows, but I hope that the colossal force of the second in your life ministers you through the first.
We are here,
Love,
Claudette.