Three and a half years after Kevin’s death, I think less, “Damn! I lost that!” I think more, “Wow! I had that!” Crazy, sexy, cool.
“When good men die their goodness does not perish, but lives on though they are gone.” ~ Euripides
Thank you. Thank you for embodying your authentic self and welcoming me to be the Alice Lundy you saw—not just my best self, but the real me: raw, vulnerable, smart, beautiful, jealous, funny, a writer worth reading, sexy, determined, feisty, intuitive, angry, weird, stubborn, free-spirited, and a terrible singer, but a great story-teller.
You saw me. You got me. All of me—the parts I wanted to deny, abandon, or project onto others, and especially the qualities about myself I believe on my best days.
You knew who I was back when the only thing I cared more about than selling books was the truth, and I assumed it was clear and simple.
So, I held truth against you for 20 years and you let me without pitting alternatives against me…
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