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

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

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

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

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

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