Olivia and I went out for lunch at Churchill Arms on Tuesday, the fourth anniversary of Catherine’s death, to spend time with each other and to raise a glass.

Grief still lives inside us, but its edges are no longer as sharp as they once were (2023, 2022, 2021); I took a photo of Olivia on the occasion, and she took a photo of me, and I think you can see the lack of sharp edges in our faces.