These phrases rattled around inside me. I had no name for the feelings they conjured up. Like captions for a set of lost photographs, I knew what the individual words meant, but I didn’t know what to attach them to. And my parents didn’t know how to tell me. We had lost the thread of our own story. Grief takes that from you. It makes the familiar, the quotidian, turn strange.
From Name All the Animals by Alison Smith