Anniversary

Jonah died 4 years ago today. I remember I had just come home to Virginia a day or two earlier. Phoebe called to tell us. We cried together over the phone. I wished I could be there for the funeral, but I was glad that we (Hannah, Phoebe, and me, the collective out-of-state siblings) had decided to come meet Jonah instead.

Lars told me a few days ago with surprising emotion that he wished Jonah could still be alive. I wish that too. I feel so much love for a little boy whom I only spent a few short days with. Everything that matters comes back to love, and Jonah was so, so loved, like a normal lifetime of love had to fit into 11 days. Harry and Dawn fit it in somehow. We all felt it.