3 Quotes by Hazel Jane Plante

When Vivian died, my world collapsed. I wept for what felt like days, weeks, months. Everything and everyone around me receded. Objects blurred. Colours drained. Sounds muffled. Vivian was my favorite person. Intelligent. Beautiful. Ferocious. Charismatic. Open.

I'd started jotting down my memories of Vivian. There was so much about her that I knew might be forgotten if I didn't try to preserve it. I didn't want her to disappear from this world, unremembered and unseen. She deserved so much more.

If you spend hundreds of hours with someone, you have a catalogue of tiny memories. As you live your life, those tiny memories snap and crackle your synapses. It can be overwhelming, like the world is already overlaid with experience.