head up

I sent Eric a lengthy email, listing my woes. I felt bad after I sent it. I don't mean to ruin his good time in England with my sad, Canadian life. But I missed him so much last night, while I cried about Tanya and the memorial and Christy's wedding, and my friends, and my poverty, and everything else that's been compounding over the past week.

"Head up, baby," he wrote back. That is such an Eric thing to say. And an Eric thing to do. Be brave and strong and put your chin up and live your life. That's what he would do.

That's what she would have done, too.