Little things...

     Some of the things that haunt me are little things. An example is Joanne's request for our next car. All she wanted was that our next car would have two things; a compass and a thermometer. She didn't live to get either of them. Perhaps we should have bought a new car so that her wish could have been fulfilled though I don't think really wanted or expected that. Knowing that she never got them bothers me. Maybe it's just the tip of the iceberg of the latent grief in the land of grief. But why didn't I see that she got everything she wanted when there was time?  She certainly was not very demanding, she was easily pleased and abundantly grateful.
    Ah, such are the realities of living in the presence of absence.

Takk for alt.

Al

1. Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.