I’ve been thinking a lot about the way grief forces you to pay attention to every little thing lately. Stuff you wouldn’t usually notice. When you lose someone who held a big piece of your heart, the world feels quieter, but it also gets a whole lot louder in the weirdest ways. You start noticing things you used to brush off. Like a song on the radio at the exact right moment (Long Live always seems to come on shuffle when I’m on I-4 heading to Disney), a sudden shift in the color of the sky, hearing a phrase that you haven’t heard in years that catches you off guard. For a long time, I wondered if I was just making everything I saw up. If I was just desperate to find Taylor in the middle of a world that felt so incredibly empty without her. But then came the afternoon I went back to Tuscaloosa in 2024, a place filled with memories of her. I somehow ended up stuck at a red light behind a license plate that read LLTJ22 (#LongLiveTaylorJenkins, who died on March 22nd) covered in a Nur...