August 18th, 2011 → 7:41 am @ // No Comments

“The private wound is deepest.” – Two Gentlemen of Verona

My grandmother passed away yesterday.  It’s hard not to have regrets, private thoughts deep in the darkest recesses of your heart.  When my mother lay supine in a coma, days before her own death, my grandmother bent over her body and cried “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so very sorry,” over and over again.  We each enter our own personal hell when someone we love dies, and I’m still looking for the anodyne that helps to draw out the pain…

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