“These
were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence:
the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost,
but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began
to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in
it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a
body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the
future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body
had been my life.”
