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Such a perfect image
And a great article too.
Reading ‘About Grief’ http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7955905-about-grief many ideas stayed with me, but one in particular
DISTRESSED HAIKU
by Donald Hall
You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.
Then they stay dead.
(Cheers Charles. Good job I quite like crying first thing in the morning)
Thank you both for these stark and poignantly agonising images.
Really good article- read it everyone!
[…] As it is the first day of May, I am reminded of that May four years ago, six months after Amy’s death, when it first really started sinking in that she really was dead, and I would never see her or hear from her or hug her again – a feeling I found most aptly expressed on yet another website: […]