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Songs of Love and Grief
Feb 01, 2010 11:00
Mourning changes frequency; it alters shape and texture and the force of its grip around your throat, but it never ceases (
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death
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old stuff
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father
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tales of love & grief
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land_girl
February 1 2010, 11:07:39 UTC
I don't know what my father sounded like. My mother once told me that his voice was a little bit like one of the actors in Taggart; I listened and it sent shivers up my spine. It is strange not to have a record of something so fundamental.
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rainsinger
February 3 2010, 10:37:00 UTC
Yes. And strange to hunt a man through scraps.
At least though, you write a lovely blog which will be something for your kids to have and to hold one day.
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anonymous
February 1 2010, 21:24:14 UTC
Oh, the way you write....
(Maggie, dammit)
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rainsinger
February 3 2010, 10:35:15 UTC
Thank you Maggie, for the visit and the compliment. :)
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February 5 2010, 15:56:21 UTC
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rainsinger
February 11 2010, 13:21:07 UTC
OOoh, thank you. How thrilling.
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ext_223998
February 5 2010, 19:40:18 UTC
Your writing is marvelous.
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rainsinger
February 11 2010, 13:22:29 UTC
Thank you so much.
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At least though, you write a lovely blog which will be something for your kids to have and to hold one day.
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(Maggie, dammit)
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