But in truth we advance through grief via an act of willful ignorance. Take your idea of the deceased. Frame and seal it. New information requires you to update the image. It forces you to smash the glass and unfreeze time. It reminds you
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“family reunion with Jacob’s discarded booster seats and board games. I am an only child. I have inherited it all. M. goes down there, once in a while, and hauls up a few boxes filled with long plastic containers of slides. There are thousands and thousands of them, mostly from my parents’ vacations, and they’ll be ruined soon if not already. He sifts through them and digitizes the ones”
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
“For years now I have been keeping small, special notebooks into which I write passages that strike me hard as I read the work of others. Perhaps these are another form of diary. Certainly, they are deeply personal. I hadn’t known, when I started this practice, that these are sometimes called commonplace books. The notebooks I’ve chosen for this task fit into the palm of my hand, and into the back pocket of”
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
“My meditation practice starts with a series of blessings. May I be safe. May I be happy. May I be strong. May I live with ease. The practice involves offering these blessings or wishes first to myself, then to a series of others:”
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
“can’t part with the framed diplomas of my parents and their siblings. They were the first generation in my family to go to college. How does that get tossed in a Dumpster? My uncle’s pipe, my aunt’s forty-year-old golf clubs, ceramic figurines from my grandmother’s apartment in her assisted-living facility mingle as if at”
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
― Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage
“Just a few months ago, Michael and Jacob had been driving home late at night from a baseball game when someone threw a glass bottle of salad dressing off an embankment. The bottle hit the roof of our car and shattered. One fraction of a second earlier, and it would have hit the windshield. Salad dressing, I thought to myself, when Michael told me what had happened. I never considered salad dressing.”
― Devotion
― Devotion
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