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Perfect Rest

There is noth­ing in her appear­ance but per­fect rest. You would sup­pose her qui­etly asleep.”

— Charles Dick­ens in a let­ter to his wife, Cather­ine, break­ing the news gen­tly about their 8-month old daughter’s death.

Read the entire let­ter. One of the most painful let­ters any­one would have ever had to write.

Chat History

My Gmail is a price­less hoard of us mak­ing plans, telling inside jokes, call­ing each other “snoo­dle” and “bub­bies.” I type his name into the search field and enter a world of the unscripted dia­logue that filled our 9-to-5 exis­tence. I become immersed in the cozi­ness of our union. In hun­dreds of chats auto­mat­i­cally saved to my account, we express our love for each other read­ily and nat­u­rally in our own pri­vate speech. This is a his­tory of our rela­tion­ship that we didn’t intend to write, one that runs par­al­lel to the one authored by his uncon­tain­able illness.

– Rebecca Armen­dariz in Chat His­tory.

A heart­break­ing story of los­ing some­one to can­cer and then reliv­ing those mem­o­ries through the chat logs. It’s a story of love in the face of death. A slow, painful death. It’s hard not to shed a tear after reading.