“I will rather take your grief to be mine than I would take the brightest joy of another woman.” From Daniel Deronda by George Eliot Since the moment you told me To hurry home, she was ill, and needed To be admitted, we have shared a grief Which deepened four years later, When in shock, despite the foreknowledge, We had to make the arrangements. And she would be forty now, Perhaps we’d be grandparents, Beaming at a bat mitzvah. Not for us, we’ve other joys, Though none diminish the griefs, And through these decades We have loved, and argued, Growing exasperated, apologized, Laughed, often to our surprise, And grieved.
I always look forward to your writing. Thanks for sharing your feelings in such a meaningful way. We appreciate your sensitivity and love. We must cherish every moment. Blessings...Suzanne
Your moving piece is tragic, yet beautiful. I’m so sorry that you and your wife experienced the loss of your young daughter. I’m struck, also, by the blessing you are to each other.
May her memory always bring you joy and sorrow, and her soul bound up in the bond of life.
Sending love,
Tamar
I always look forward to your writing. Thanks for sharing your feelings in such a meaningful way. We appreciate your sensitivity and love. We must cherish every moment. Blessings...Suzanne
Dear Dennis,
Your moving piece is tragic, yet beautiful. I’m so sorry that you and your wife experienced the loss of your young daughter. I’m struck, also, by the blessing you are to each other.
Sincerely,
Anne Wilder