The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.
I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
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?
Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.
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.