In the apartment of my friend who died, being with his shocked and grieving wife, the experience is too big for me to find words. I live it to the poet…
Even your absence
is filled with your warmth and is more real
than your non-existing.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
September 15, 2010 at 5:12 am |
Wonderful. Glad you are there to give comfort, you are good at it.