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Behind her curtain, the anchoress said nothing. When I stopped, exhausted, and apologized for my tears, she told me to let them come, and when I asked her why Ma had died, she said that even though it felt so important, an answer to my question was not what I needed. A few words from me won’t touch your grief, and nor should they. Tend your grief like hard ground, and wait. One day, something will grow; there won’t be an answer, but you will see you’ve found a way to live, and to live with death. Then she was silent for some time, and finally she promised to pray for me.
On the way home, when Emma asked me what she had said, I told her […] that the holy woman’s silence was like presence.