Thank you for your beautiful column. I am 42 and already it seems like half of those I deeply love have died. I can only imagine how many of my beloved ones will be gone if I live a very long life. It seems so true that the twin of deep love is deep grief. You describe it so well because it is so visceral, physical, sensory. I took a walk on a lovely path today that reminds me of having my two wonderful siblings dogs together. We had so many fun times in those woods. I lost the girl a few months ago and someday in the not-very-distant future, I will most likely outlive her brother, and those many years when they were my everyday companions and great loves will only be a chapter in this long life. How strange! And sad.. But I'll miss them forever. On this same walk, I said aloud, "I miss you!" to my sister Fiona, who died when I was ten, and I have been talking to my uncle Greg, my sister Maria, my grandparents, and Gertrude who raised me - all on the other side - a lot these days. And those precious cats,, Sundance and Igloo, too.I too imagine flinging open the kitchen door of heaven and falling into all of them. I imagine my girl dog Buttercup leaping on me when I am an old lady who may have forgotten even my own name. I guess it's just life this grief and love, joy and sadness! But thank you for sharing...

Thank you for your beautiful column. I am 42 and already it seems like half of those I deeply love have died. I can only imagine how many of my beloved ones will be gone if I live a very long life. It seems so true that the twin of deep love is deep grief. You describe it so well because it is so visceral, physical, sensory. I took a walk on a lovely path today that reminds me of having my two wonderful siblings dogs together. We had so many fun times in those woods. I lost the girl a few months ago and someday in the not-very-distant future, I will most likely outlive her brother, and those many years when they were my everyday companions and great loves will only be a chapter in this long life. How strange! And sad.. But I'll miss them forever. On this same walk, I said aloud, "I miss you!" to my sister Fiona, who died when I was ten, and I have been talking to my uncle Greg, my sister Maria, my grandparents, and Gertrude who raised me - all on the other side - a lot these days. And those precious cats,, Sundance and Igloo, too.I too imagine flinging open the kitchen door of heaven and falling into all of them. I imagine my girl dog Buttercup leaping on me when I am an old lady who may have forgotten even my own name. I guess it's just life this grief and love, joy and sadness! But thank you for sharing...

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