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4.27 AVERAGE
4.27 AVERAGE
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“How is it that the world keeps going, breathing in and out unchanged, while in my soul there is a permanent scattering?”
I wish I didn’t read this on Libby so I could easily share some of the quotes that punched me in the gut and resonated so deeply but I’ll just list some of them (not all of them) here instead:
-“Grief is a cruel kind of education”
-“I am in the centre of this churning, and I have become a maker of boxes, and inside their unbending walls I cage my thoughts”
-“‘Never’ has come to stay. ‘Never feels so unfairly punitive. For the rest of my life, I will live with my hands outstretched for things that are no longer there”
-“Age is irrelevant in grief; at issue is not how old he was but how loved”
There are so many more but I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who may want to pick this up. So many moments that, as someone who has fairly recently experienced the death of my own beloved dad, I had to pause after reading to blink away tears. And then I just gave up blinking them away and settled for hurriedly trying to brush them off of my face before someone else on my train noticed
What a poignant, poetic, stunning description of how grief can feel and sound and educate. From talking about how there are regrets in how you have failed to properly support someone in the past due to lack of truly levelling grief experience, to talking about the deep lingering pain that the hole left behind after someone dies bestows on the bereaved… this was comforting and validating and my god, I miss my dad so much.
5/5
I wish I didn’t read this on Libby so I could easily share some of the quotes that punched me in the gut and resonated so deeply but I’ll just list some of them (not all of them) here instead:
-“Grief is a cruel kind of education”
-“I am in the centre of this churning, and I have become a maker of boxes, and inside their unbending walls I cage my thoughts”
-“‘Never’ has come to stay. ‘Never feels so unfairly punitive. For the rest of my life, I will live with my hands outstretched for things that are no longer there”
-“Age is irrelevant in grief; at issue is not how old he was but how loved”
There are so many more but I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who may want to pick this up. So many moments that, as someone who has fairly recently experienced the death of my own beloved dad, I had to pause after reading to blink away tears. And then I just gave up blinking them away and settled for hurriedly trying to brush them off of my face before someone else on my train noticed
What a poignant, poetic, stunning description of how grief can feel and sound and educate. From talking about how there are regrets in how you have failed to properly support someone in the past due to lack of truly levelling grief experience, to talking about the deep lingering pain that the hole left behind after someone dies bestows on the bereaved… this was comforting and validating and my god, I miss my dad so much.
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