tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324093991910698285.post617190272423088681..comments2023-08-03T21:07:18.433+10:00Comments on Too Fond of Books: On grief after the passage of timeKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390594937856333216noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324093991910698285.post-7142692266810141522011-09-29T09:10:44.321+10:002011-09-29T09:10:44.321+10:00I still catch glimpses of my Mum and it makes me c...I still catch glimpses of my Mum and it makes me cry every single time. Like now.frogpondsrockhttp://frogpondsrock.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324093991910698285.post-63746086251387783022011-09-28T19:54:29.200+10:002011-09-28T19:54:29.200+10:00It's true - sometimes it's as simple as th...It's true - sometimes it's as simple as the flick of someone's ponytail or a silhouette in the distance which sends such a jolt of recognition right through me that, just for a moment, I'm sure it's my sister I'm seeing. The sensation is so intense I can feel myself catch my breath. I'm sure it happens more often around her anniversary time (three years this Monday) and I guess has been on my mind with the finalisation of a court case a couple of weeks ago. It's mysterious - the different ways of remembering.missmaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10144735786899221373noreply@blogger.com