The dead do not harm us, only the alive.
Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?
Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.
Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.
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 will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.