Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.
The dead do not harm us, only the alive.
Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.
Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?
Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.
I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.