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I still remember reading Amy Lin’s writing for the first time. The pandemic loomed ever present, and with it a keen awareness of the tenuousness of everything. Amy’s husband Kurtis died, and Amy wrote about it in a newsletter called At the Bottom of Everything. Her writing was beautiful and terrible, a duality of grief: a testament to love and the relationships that make us; a terrifying eclipse. I wondered if she would survive it. We have never met, and yet, when she announced that she was writing a book, I felt a sense of pride, as if she were someone I went to school with who I didn’t *really* know, but could claim in some small way. Here After is beautiful, and it is terrible. I know I am a better person for having read it. I know it would not exist if Kurtis were still here. I know I am glad that Amy still is. 📸: I’m holding a kindle displaying the ebook cover of Here After with one hand. via Instagram https://instagr.am/p/C5BMJEqrf_J/