Sarah Blake

Some stories don't get told. Some stories you hold on to.

It makes you wonder what happens to the people in them after the story stops--all the stories you've reported for instance. Where are they all now?

If you hold this in your hand, I will never hold that hand again. And the thought of that is unimaginable - impossible, because you are so real. And because I am.

In fairy tales, my darling, the dead watch over the living. But right now, you are reading what I am writing and so we are together, here.It is no tale. I am right here, my pen on the paper scratching out your name, Emma Emma Emma. And oh, how I loved you, Emma. You were my home.

But this is what I want to say - look up, right now. Take your eyes off this page, and look up.

She will wait. She will keep watch. And others, too. You are not alone. We are all around you, dead and living.