Grief has felt like a knot I cannot untie. I can pull at it, try to understand it, try to loosen it, but the bond remains. It changes shape, tightens, softens, becomes part of the body. These two figures are connected by a cord that cannot simply be severed. For me, it is the invisible bond between the living and the dead : love, memory, absence, and everything that remains when someone is no longer here. Some knots are not meant to be undone. We learn to live with them.