The Death of a Caroline Griswold

by Ann Neilson

Rufus Griswold, that jerk-hole I mentioned a few posts back, is beginning to grow on me, which if you know me well is completely bizarre. I used to completely detest the man; we’re talking Elphaba and Glinda in “Wicked”-level loathing.  Any who. Through my dear friend (whose Twitter you can find here) he found a letter Grizzle wrote to another gentleman after his wife, Caroline, had passed away, which discusses her death. It is absolutely heartbreaking and I felt deeply compelled to share. Never have I been so moved to tears by a letter–never have I been moved by any letter, really. Anyway, here you go, I’ve posted a link to it below.

The saddest thing you will ever read. 

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