timeliness

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence:

the connections —

sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent —

that happened after I was gone.

And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.

The events my death brought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future.

The price of what I came to see as this miraculous lifeless body had been my life.

The Lovely Bones