“To draw me out, the therapist asks what I did for the holidays. When I tell him he says gently (he says everything gently), Sounds like that's one of the ways your loss has affected you: not wanting to be with other people. Hating to be with other people, I don't say. Terrified of being with other people.” DeathLossGriefLonelinessSolitudeMourningIsolation Book:The Friend Source: The Friend
“Anthropomorphism, I've decided, is inescapable, and though I might try to hide it I no longer fight it.” LoveWritingDeathSuicideGrievingDogs Book:The Friend Source: The Friend
“Nothing has changed. It’s still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: it would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore.” LoveDeathGrief Book:The Friend Source: The Friend
“I confess to sudden rages. Walking in Midtown, rush hour's peak, people streaming in both directions, I find myself seething, ready to kill. Who are all these fucking people, and how is it fair, how is it even possible that all of them, these perfectly ordinary people, should be alive, when you--” LifeDeathLossGriefAngerRageMourning Book:The Friend Source: The Friend