"Recently, I turned twenty-five, "a quarter of a century" my gran would proclaim to me now if she could say anything to me. Which she can't, because she is dead.
"Yes, dead. Why call it anything other than what it is? She did not pass away, like some sweet breeze tickling the heather. She did not go gently. She died. About nine months ago."
–– Nita Prose, Canadian author and book editor
Source: Nita Prose. The Maid. New York: Ballantine Books, 2022; p. 10-11.
via: Commonplace Book 2022, 2022, p. 72.
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