I’m reading my way through the grief of losing my younger sister Jean. Books are wonderful companions. They fill the gap when one’s own words disappear into death’s maw and there’s a freshly dug emptiness in one’s heart.
I’m reading my way through the grief of losing my younger sister Jean. Books are wonderful companions. They fill the gap when one’s own words disappear into death’s maw and there’s a freshly dug emptiness in one’s heart.