“Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well, oh
Time is so short and I’m sure
There must be something more”
About two months ago, life changed. It seems like a moot point to say that because the only constant in life is change.
But life really did change.
I received a text, followed by a phone call, days of shock, weeks of sorrow, and finally… peace. One of my closest friends, Emily Cotter Hauze, died unexpectedly while visiting Baltimore—a city that, regardless of statistics, had become a home for many.
Even seeing that sentence now — in black and white — is still something of a surreal experience. How could her name and death rest so closely together? It doesn’t make sense. Though the facts, in all their certainty, state…
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