Great sorrows are dumb.There is no consolation;
It is a matter of regaining
One's balance.
-Liane de Pougy, My Blue Book
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Grandpa Emil's birthday today.
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| Grandpa Emil, left. |
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| Grandpa, second from left, front. (Not the dog, you smartass.) |
Every single face in your last photo is worth a book. Did you title this Great Sorrows for a reason linked to your grandfather?
ReplyDeleteYes; Grandpa has been gone almost 20 years, and as you know I'll never be "over" my mom being gone. I chose the poem because it's so very true about the grief that accompanies loss of loved ones and friends, and lifted the title from the first line of the poem.
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