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Here’s the truth: Who is spared love is spared grief.

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The silences after his last gasp were sung together by a blackbird. I lay there, my eyes unable to close. His were unable to open. I listed the places...more

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Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

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I'd love to know how Dad saw me when I was 6. I'd love to know a hundred things. When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuf...more