Try to capture what you can't bear to be without
I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.
The dead do not harm us, only the alive.
I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
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.