Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.
Try to capture what you can't bear to be without
Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.
I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.
After a lifetime's independenceโ yes, selfish independence as my daughter would rightly claim โ I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals.