26 February 2011


Mourning, by Saul Bellow, in a letter to Karl Shapiro:

"...losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window.  You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces--down to the last glassy splinter."

This beautifully nails the way grief reappears unprovoked.  All that's missing from it is that you're actually picking the glassy splinters out of yourself : splinters you thought you were finally done extracting, until something unaccustomed reminded you.

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