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“Grief! It is the ungiven love, the sadness of it that keeps haunting, changing forms along the way, but remaining unending.”

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“Why am I so upset? Why do I care that Grace will never eat a cookie again, or that Rosemary doesn't know that? I don't even know these people. Why does it matter to me that this woman was not informed that her friend is dead? Why do I care? There are sadder things happening on this planet right now than old women dying after living long lives- Oh, but that makes it worse. Of course there are sadder things. This is a drop in the bucket. The world is full of so much sadness that it eclipses the sadness of this. That doesn't actually make this any less sad, it must means that there is so much potent sadness on earth that this becomes trivial. Everything becomes trivial. Nothing matters”

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“I wanted to honor her with the music we had shared. She used to listen to me play, correct me, encourage me. She was like a teacher, but better. She was my support, and she truly loved my music. She didn’t know it, but I played for her. To make her happy. To keep her close. When the melody ended, I played it again and again until my fingers hurt so badly I could no longer continue. And in that moment I realized I would never be able to play the piano the same way again. Every note had been for her. Every sound had been about her. Now it all felt empty, suddenly stripped of meaning.”

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“Jacques Prévert (1900–77) The Message The door that someone opened The door that someone closed The chair on which someone sat The cat that someone petted The fruit that someone bit into The letter that someone read The chair that someone tipped over The door that someone opened The road that someone ran down The woods that someone crossed The river in which someone jumped The hospital where someone died. (с. 1950) Translated by Terry Lajtha”

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