What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

I knew immediately something was terribly wrong, but you can know that and not allow the thought in your head, at the front of your head. It dances around at the back, where it can't be controlled. But the front of the head is where the pain begins.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

There is such solace in the mere sight of water. It clothes us delicately in its blowing salt and scent, gossamer items that medicate the poor soul

What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

Because faithfulness is not a human question, but a divine one.

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.