Strange Words at Night

 Isolation isn't a particular curse, it's just where good people tend to end up.

Joan Didion observed this disorienting fact in her classic memoir of loss : “Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be.” And when it does come, it unweaves the very fabric of our being. When love is lost, we lose the part of ourselves that did the loving — a part that, depending on the magnitude of the love, can come to approximate the whole of who we are. I have been missing my father very much lately, and this quote really touched me.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged they feathes are just too bright -Shawshank Redemption

I'm not lost.  I'm living.

Mention that Marie hasn’t been supportive in the past, and especially since her surgery and you’re terrified that you’ve offended her in some way, and if you have not then tell her that it makes you sad that maybe she didn’t fight a little harder to see me now and then since I only live 25 minutes away, and then I find out that one of her closest (new) friends lives just up the hill from my house, and that makes me even sadder because of the times where months would pass and you’d pray (even though you long ago stopped believing in God) that maybe if you just had ONE friend, just ONE person to talk to - that maybe, just maybe, some of the stories of your life and existence would survive - but what kind of friend allows their friend to be alone, and with so many words to utter and nobody to speak them to, for years? (Or am I having feelings of jealousy because of her success in rejoining “the living?” I’m conflicted on that.) Remember to tell her about how it’s like your husband doesn...

If you don’t read the newspaper you are not informed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.