Like so many plain cups on the shelves. You can reach for them, use them without thinking. Most of them don't matter. Sometimes you lose your grip on one of them and it falls and smashes to piece, and you shrug and say to yourself, what a pity. Then you reach for the cup that you use every day, one that you love and use so often that as you stretch out your hand it is already making the shape that fits its curve. You are certain that yesterday it was in its proper place, but now there is nothing. Just air. You have lost something that was so familiar, so much a part of your life that you were not even looking for it. Just expecting it to be there, as always.
Rosie Thomas
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.
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The dead do not harm us, only the alive.
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Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.
death loss folly
I am afraid of reduction. After a lifetime's independence- yes, selfish independence- 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. I don't want to sit in my chair and be fed, much less do I want to be handed over to medical professionals.
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The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.
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I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
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The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.
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Death preserves an ideal.
death
They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them
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Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.
Things don't matter, people do
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friendship life loss
I need them and they need me to need them
friendship family
I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.
life memory moving-on
I can only strive for what is important
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