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devotion and grief

“What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.”

“. . . It’s taken years for me to understand that dying doesn’t end the story; it transforms it.  Edits, rewrites, the blur and epiphany of one-way dialogue.  Most of us wander in and out of another’s lives until not death, but distance, does us part — time and space and the heart’s weariness are the blander executioners of human connection.”

“. . . The heart breaks open,” a friend said to me upon Clementine’s death.  I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.  Sometimes I think that the pain is what yields the solution.  Grief and memory create their own narrative: This is the shining truth at the heart of Freud and Neruda and every war story ever told.  The death mandates and gives rise to the story for the same reason that ancient tribes used to bury flowers with their dead.  We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow.”

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About hopeseguin

Who am I? I'm still discovering just who I am, I suppose. A. Powell Davis writes that "Life is just a chance to grow a soul."

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