In grief (C. S. Lewis)

  In grief, nothing stays put.  One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs.  Round and round.  Everything repeats.  Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?  But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?

  How often – will it be for always? – how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, I never realized my loss till this moment?  The same leg is cut off time after time.

--C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

In November, we remember all souls…

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