There are so many words to describe what I feel about the loss of my wife. Despair and depression aren’t right because they focus too much on me. Similarly, anger and resentment miss the spot because they are, to my mind, self-indulgent. Grief and melancholy are too medical, lonely is too practical, grateful and hopeful are too religious or weird. Sorrow says something that I believe she and I can share, each of us feeling it for the other person and for ourself.

5 Responses to “Sorrow”

  1. Michael McDowell Says:

    I passed the spot where I planted her tree today. It made me smile to think of her and you both. It’s days like today that make feel bad for so called ‘normal’ people. When they feel down they are stuck with it. When I have a bad day I just make sure the cap is on the toothpaste, see the sun split the clouds or watch two raindrops race each other down a window and I know that I’m ok. My names Michael, and thank God, I’m an addict…

  2. robert Says:

    Thank you, Michael. You are a lot more than that: you are a really lovely man. Robert

  3. Michael McDowell Says:

    Thank you Robert. I enjoy reading your blog. So much so I have it bookmarked on my phones internet! Your ideas and way of thinking always interested me. I don’t always agree with you, but then if I did it would be boring! Keep up the good work, look forward to seeing you soon

  4. Richard Pickles Says:

    I am truly sorry for your loss. I remember you with affection; I do not have words that express anything of what I would like to express. If I see you I would like to hug you.

  5. robert Says:

    Thank you. That’s very kind of you.
    Warm wishes,

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