"It's a bit like a fading
light. It grows dim but it never goes out, never, not completely anyway.
I find that enormously reassuring. I used to worry that someday the
light would disappear- that I would forget, and then I would really have
lost Claire. I know, now, that doesn't happen. It can't. There is
always a little flicker there. It is a bit like the small glowing embers
you see after a fire dies down. I carry that around with me, that
little ember, and if I need to, if I want to have Claire next to me, I
blow on it, ever so gently and it glows bright again."
~ George A.
Bonanno "The Other Side of Sadness"
How fitting.
