Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.
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.
Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.
Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.
Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?
I need them and they need me to need them