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

Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?

I can only strive for what is important

I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.

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 do not harm us, only the alive.

I need them and they need me to need them