So the next time you binge the series—and you will, because summer rewatches are sacred—don’t just brace for the sad parts. Lean into them. Let the tears come, then text your best friend: “I miss you.” Or plan a late-night swim. Susannah would approve of the spontaneity.
In daily life, that means checking in on the “Susannahs” around you—the people who seem to radiate light but might be quietly struggling. Offer a casserole, a hug, or just your time. Grief is universal, but so is the power of showing up. And that is the truest summer lesson of all: love hard, even when the tide is pulling out.
