“When grief impounds our thinking and eats our brains, it seeps through all the cracks of our daily living. Only the soothing wind of comforting words may counter the withering twilight and the frostiness of darkness. ("All the words he always wanted to tell her.")” ThinkingGriefDarknessWindWordsCracksTwilightComfortingSoothingDaily LivingBrainsWitheringCounterFrostinessSeepImpound Author:Erik Pevernagie