“I thought this is how it would be if the sun died. The gentle shutting down of an organ; sleepy no longer working. No explosion at the end of life just the slow disintegration into darkness where life as we know it never wakes up because nothing reminds us that we have to.” DeathDyingSarah WinmanWhen God Was A RabbitThe Big Sleep Book:When God Was a Rabbit Source: When God Was a Rabbit
“This had always been the worst time when the quiet emptiness could leave him gasping for breath. She was there, his wife, a peripheral shadow moving across a doorway, or in the reflection of a window, and he had to stop looking for her. And the whiskey helped – helped him walk past her when the fire was doused. But occasionally she followed him up the stairs and that’s why he began to take the bottle with him, because she stood in the corner of their bedroom and watched him undress, and when he was on the verge of sleep, she leant over him and asked him things like, Remember when we first met?” DeathGriefLonelinessGhosts Book:Tin Man Source: Tin Man
“But most of all I wrote about him - now called Max - my brother, our friend, missing now for 10 days. And I wrote about what I’d lost that morning. The witness of my soul, my shadow in childhood when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and God was a rabbit.” DeathLossGriefDreamsMourningChildhood MemoriesSarah WinmanWhen God Was A Rabbit Book:When God Was a Rabbit Source: When God Was a Rabbit
