Things don't matter, people do

I can only strive for what is important

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

I need them and they need me to need them

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.

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

Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.

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

Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.

Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?

Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.

Learning is important. It is a way to make a life better for yourself and your family.

Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.

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.

After a lifetime's independence– yes, selfish independence as my daughter would rightly claim – 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.

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