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.

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.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.

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