...death does leave a daunting array of practical tasks: all those possessions that you were forced to leave behind had to be sorted and packed and redistributed in the living world.
But my lazy lack of faith my in-vogue atheism has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives.
Usually time alters and affects everything but when someone you love dies time cannot change that no amount of time will ever change that so time stops having any meaning.
Todd added bourbons to the custards creams on the plate arranging them in two neat yellow and brown rows his annoyance expressed through the symmetry of biscuits.
Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.
I get up and pace the room as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk an ugly shadow made by myself.
Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.
Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .
Grief is love turned into an eternal missing
A selfish person can still love someone else can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.
But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...