Tag Archives: death and dying

A Bombed Cathedral, My Lost Child

A bombed cathedral and a George Herbert hymn come to mind as I think of my eldest son, who died 23 years ago today.

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On Proust and Living Life to the Fullest

As I read Proust’s “Swann’s Way,” I imagined what it must have meant to a friend, who read it when he was dying.

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Reading Proust before Dying

A dying friend decided to read, in his last months, Proust’s “In Search of Lost Time.” As I read it, I’m beginning to understand why.

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Hamlet: Shakespeare Grieving His Son?

In which I explore why O’Farrell’s “Hamnet” opened up wellsprings of grief I didn’t realize were there.

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Finding a Relative in Gaskell’s Novels

Imagining my great-grandmother as heroines in a Gaskell novel brings both her and the novels to life.

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A Stevenson Poem for My Mother

My remarks and a Stevenson poem at an occasion remembering my mother.

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Don’t Mourn, Visit Paris Instead

At my mother’s memorial service Saturday we will hear the same PrĂ©vert song we heard at my father’s.

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Immersed in Krook’s Rag and Bone Shop

Going through my mother’s possessions is like a trip into Krook’s Rag and Bone shop in “Bleak House.”

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Methought I Saw My Dead Son

After unexpectedly dreaming about a son who died 22 years ago, I thought of Milton’s poem about a similar dream, this one involving his wife.

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