SUBMITTED: Remembering Heather Strode

SUBMITTED: Remembering Heather Strode

Shelbi Bale The day before I learned that Heather Strode had died, my best friend and I talked about grief in a Nashville coffee shop.   The conversation is familiar to us. We have it again and again, on phone calls and in person, turning our grief over in our hands, passing it back and forth, tracing its evolving shape as time lengthens.   “I always want to fight,” I told him, not for the first time.   I want it to be a monster I can kill, he a…