Tag: grief
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A Warm Day in Winter
Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing. –Conrad Aiken, House of Dust One month. It was an unusually warm day in winter when you left. We awoke to slate skies that would churn into midday storms, as if…
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Something to Say, Something to Find
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go” –Jamie Anderson It has…
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Bonaventure Dreaming
Bonaventure is called a graveyard, a town of the dead, but the few graves are powerless in such a depth of life. The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, the joyous confidence of flowers, the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, mark this place of graves as one of the Lord’s most favored…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 3/3)
I cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the handHe has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fairIt needs must be, since he lingers there. –James Whitcomb Riley, Away In late June of 2008, a mere…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 2/3)
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandchild. –Victor Hugo After grieving for Sammy throughout most of my childhood, death, at some point, became merely a distant threat again. I thought of him most days, admittedly do even now, but tears had subsided into…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 1/3)
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. CrownedWith lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. –Edna St. Vincent…
Just a Poor Ghost 