Saturday, October 17, 2015

A Perspective of Grief

"Yet he was gone.  She knew it most keenly in the diminishment of her own self.  In her life, she'd been nourished and sustained by certain things, him being one of them . . . but it was really the three of them together, intersecting in her, for each of them powered her heart in a different way . . . She could not imagine that portion of her would never return.  With her it was not hope, or wistful thoughts - it was her sense of being alive that thinned by the proportion of her spirit devoted to him."

Taken from "The Story of Edgar Sawtelle" by David Wroblewski