Fragments of Meghan Marohn

My closest friend disappeared in March, without a trace. This is what I have left of her to share with you.

Meg after burying herself under moss in Armstrong Park, February 2022. Photo by the author.

Grief is a fair-weather friend. In the moments of crisis and chaos, it holds back, waiting patiently for the waters to calm so it can clear its throat and say, “Excuse me.…” I’d been wondering when it would knock on my door through all this…