So very many condolences, Nin. I do not know you very well, but we share enough of a slice of this thing called humanity that my heart goes out to you all the same.
I read your post from yesterday, in which you said that you thought you would be hearing her voice in your head, even louder, at least for a while now.
My mother died two years ago, actually closer to three years now. I still think of her, I still hear her, every day.
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Nin,
This is for you both:
Samuel Johnson: Passion and Meditation; together with a little elegy for teachers
Sending love.
Thank you, Tom. Your beautiful post means so much to me.
So very many condolences, Nin. I do not know you very well, but we share enough of a slice of this thing called humanity that my heart goes out to you all the same.
I'm sorry, Nin. Sending you a big hug.
So very sorry to hear of the loss of your mother.
I read your post from yesterday, in which you said that you thought you would be hearing her voice in your head, even louder, at least for a while now.
My mother died two years ago, actually closer to three years now. I still think of her, I still hear her, every day.
I am sorry for your loss, Nin.
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