So this is At The Bottom Of Everything.
It’s a weekly letter risen from the deep in which I have found myself, having lost my sweet husband on August 15, 2020. He was thirty-two years old and I am a year younger.
Perhaps you know me, or even love me, or perhaps you have never met me, or only know me on the Internet, or perhaps you have other thoughts or feelings entirely about me or not about me, but regardless, thank you for being here.
If you choose to subscribe to At The Bottom Of Everything my next letter will land in your inbox by Sunday, September 27, 2020 by no later than 5 p.m MST.
Otherwise, we’ll talk again soon.