A bombed cathedral and a George Herbert hymn come to mind as I think of my eldest son, who died 23 years ago today.
Tag Archives: death and dying
A Bombed Cathedral, My Lost Child
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.
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.
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.
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.
A Stevenson Poem for My Mother
My remarks and a Stevenson poem at an occasion remembering my mother.
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.
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.”
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.