tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953339904935465010.post2532900963191981552..comments2023-10-09T05:19:24.507-07:00Comments on quixotica: 20 things : what to do with the deadJill Khouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591486238173099756noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953339904935465010.post-8416245411617753962013-09-18T18:16:38.541-07:002013-09-18T18:16:38.541-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Laura Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07933143755015828109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953339904935465010.post-5245782295543158992013-09-18T18:15:08.888-07:002013-09-18T18:15:08.888-07:00They say "the ones we love never truly leave ...They say "the ones we love never truly leave us" and I've come to believe that is true, but not always in the gentle way it is meant. sometimes they leave us eternal questions, ongoing horrible thoughts, grief like a thousand thousand splinters under our fingernails.<br /><br />Almost two years ago, I was talking to J, the son of a family friend; his father -- who I had known and loved my whole life -- died by his own hand when I was 20, still in college. J's wife was pregnant, and we were talking about how we still both missed J's dad and how J wanted to discuss being a father with his dad and couldn't, and how sometimes things like this brought every horrible moment of losing him back, all the grief and the questions.<br /><br />There sometimes isn't any peace. There is only going on, because not going on means leaving oneself like splinters under the nails of loved ones.Laura Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07933143755015828109noreply@blogger.com