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There is a specific genre of sadness that belongs exclusively to the months of June through August. In the winter, heartbreak has a logic to it; the cold is an aesthetic match for the grief, and staying inside under a blanket feels like a reasonable, even necessary, response to loss.

Without you, time broke its contract. As a child, I believed summer was infinite—a lazy river of July afternoons that curved forever. With you gone, summer became a cruel mathematician. It introduced me to the arithmetic of loss: One empty mug in the morning sink. Two unplayed chess pieces on the back patio. Three voicemails I saved on my phone, knowing I would never delete them, knowing I would never listen to them again because the sound of your laugh was now a weapon. the summer without you

Book Review: It's not Summer Without You | Palo Alto City Library There is a specific genre of sadness that

But a summer without someone is a dissonant tragedy. It is the heartbreak of the wrong tempo. It is the particular sting of sunshine on skin that aches to be touched. As a child, I believed summer was infinite—a

: The "Summer Without You" refers to the literal absence of Susannah, but also the emotional distance of the Fisher brothers—Conrad and Jeremiah—as they each navigate their own mourning.