A Grief Observed

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a d…

Not that I am (I think) in much danger of ceasing to believe in God. The real danger is of coming to believe such dreadful things about Him. The conclusion I dread is not 'So there's no God after all,'but 'So this is wha…

I see people, as they approach me, trying to make up their minds whether they'll 'say something about it'or not. I hate if they do, and if they don't.

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,'and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens…

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it f…