Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?

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

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

Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.

I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.

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.

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