I keep running into the edges of Kate's absence, like an invisible bouncy castle was rudely inflated in my life without my permission. I reach for my phone to talk to her about a book I read to get her opinion, and then put it down again. I reach for my computer to email her a draft of a story I wrote and then stop and close the laptop. She wasn't in my life for long, but she was in my life in a big way, and a good way, and I miss her. I wish I had more words. Whenever I try to draft them, I reach for my phone to get her opinion, and bounce off that absence again. We're missing her together, and that's a little bit easier than doing it alone.