We are struggle to be here but glad to be alive guys.

On grief and thinking about Fleetwood.

I am in a grief group and I am crying. No one else is crying, not yet anyway. We are in a circle, there is a ring of candles, unlit. We are to strike a match and say what it is that we have to say. My mask is full of snot. I do not love always being the first one to cry.

Our friend Fleetwood has died. I say “our” friend because that’s who he was. A frien…