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.

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

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

Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.

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

Things don't matter, people do

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