“For a good wife contains so many persons in herself. What was H. not to me? She was my daughter and my mother, my pupil and my teacher, my subject and my sovereign; and always, holding all these in solution, my trusty comrade, friend, shipmate, fellow-soldier. My mistress; but at the same time all that any man friend (and I have good ones) has ever been to me. Perhaps more.”
Written as a series of private reflections, this work documents the author's journey through intense sorrow, doubt, and spiritual questioning after the loss of his wife. The narrative moves from raw pain and confusion to a tentative, hard-won acceptance, examining how grief reshapes memory, faith, and the sense of self. It is a candid account of the psychological and emotional landscape of bereavement, offering no easy answers but a profound meditation on love and loss. more
“অনেককেই ছেড়ে থাকা যায় না, তবু ছেড়ে থাকতে হয়। এক সময় বিচ্ছেদটাই অভ্যেস হয়ে যায়।”
“Love is more powerful than separation, but the latter is more lasting.”
“He felt as if something had been completed and he would never see any of those people again.”
“I must think of him as vanished utterly and gone forever.”
“It would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would be free.”