A post shared by Olivia Jordan Cornelius (@olivia.jordan.cornelius)In those early days, I sunk into a black hole of grief. Several months later, still heavy with grief, Amrit and I went on a road trip to the South Island.
One night, I spotted someone smoking outside our motel room and was filled with anger. Cam had never smoked and yet he’d got cancer and died; it felt unjust.
Grabbing a glass, I hurled it against the wall. Amrit stayed calm and held me, then booked a whale-watching trip for the next day.
It was something I’d always wanted to do, the first smidgen of joy and beauty I had felt in a long time. As I watched a baby humpback on a viewing deck, Amrit was sick.
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