What I haven’t been able to say.
-a postscript dispatch from the grief process
[I am completing this post, started weeks ago, as my elderly mother is in hospital via the emergency room more than a thousand kilometers away. We, that is family, and the doctors, at the moment, don’t know why, other than her intense pain, or what will happen. I am writing in a state of suspension and insomnia.]
There is no silence in the world.
Monks have created it
to hear the horses every day
and feathers falling from wings.
~Nikola Madzirov quoted in World Poetry Portfolio #53: Nikola Madzirov
At a certain point last year I stopped writing the grief dispatches that I had been doing here after Manoj suddenly died in January. Part of it was because less than 3 months later, in April 2014, I lost someone else who had been very close to me especially when I was younger…
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