2011-04-20 10:40 am
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'this is the use of memory'

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And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

Eliot, Four Quartets, Little Gidding.

Maybe now it'll get easier. Nothing's left unsaid.
2011-04-19 11:49 am
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12 years ago yesterday. Still isn't right.
2007-10-21 07:46 am
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never gets any easier

She would have been eighty-six, last Friday. I spent it sleep deprived and surrounded by friends, but sadness is patient.

It's her birthday that gets me. I never can remember the day she died. Don't much want to either.

never knew her like this but it's what I remember )