“And then, in accepting it, it did not become a defeat or a loss, but a moment in which suddenly, teary-eyed, I realized I had spent my days, or a good chunk of them anyway, squeezing amazement at my time with her out of every moment. Now there was nothing to do but look on her corners and cobwebs, every flaking piece of paint, every hinge and crease in the floor as a dear old friend, one whose time with me, or mine with her, had come to an end”. Read more on substack