Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

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.

Things don't matter, people do

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without

Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.