A personal story about the year a childhood loss changed how he marked his own birthday — and the strange, recurring way grief kept resurfacing across the decades that followed, in places he never expected it. About witnessing loss you didn’t choose to witness, and finding resilience on the other side of it — told with the same instinct for specificity and dark humor that runs through his supernatural work. This one’s just true.
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