thisnewday

It is difficult to read past this place. Perhaps because, like Hig, we are in mourning.

There are the stages of it and Heller observes them, tells of them through Hig's eyes and through the hard, uphill walk which follows.

And which, we need not be told, cannot outpace the grief, the loss, the utter aloneness of the renewed journey...

LPK
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8.15.2012