“The manageable disease I have been dealing with all these years is grief. It’s cunning, insidious, and not curable; it never goes away. It flares up at unexpected moments brought on by a long-forgotten scent, the unexpected street you find yourself walking, a taste you vaguely remember.”

“The manageable disease I have been dealing with all these years is grief. It’s cunning, insidious, and not curable; it never goes away. It flares up at unexpected moments brought on by a long-forgotten scent, the unexpected street you find yourself walking, a taste you vaguely remember.”

— Richie Jackson