Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?
I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.
Things don't matter, people do
Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.
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.