grief is such a shitty friend. today i clicked on annie dillard’s wikipedia page and saw her birthday is 10 days after my dad’s, same year. and there on the page was that damn open-ended dash, like, (1945 - ) because her life hasn’t ended yet. and then i have to think about how my dad died before wikipedia existed. that’s some back-handed bullshit move you did there, grief. excuse me while i spend the rest of evening being like :(.