If I had a kitten on my lap this wouldn't be a fucking problem.
Applies to many things in life, but in this instance it was because someone's hands were cold.
“Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be.”
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.
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