Blog post #62 - Monday Morning Moment

I suppose the words of poets like this guy are deemed old hat, with so many since and so many to come of course.

But I’m not one to chuck the baby out with the bath water, because what he has said here is so good and true.

I remember really very soon after Stace died, I was walking down Northcote High St, my sorrow dripping from me and I looked at my fellow pedestrians and I realised that every one of them probably had known terrible loss and those who hadn’t, would sometime sooner or later.
There was nothing special about my loss.
Nothing special about me.

Love and loss are the closest of friends.
Sending you all love today my dear friends.
Have a wonderful week.
Kxx

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