I didn't cry when they buried my father - I wouldn't let myself. I didn't cry when they buried my sister. On Thursday night, with my family asleep upstairs, my eyes filled as Agassi and Marcos Baghdatis played out the fifth set of their moving second-round match. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Again the ranch is on the market and they’ve shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before, the owner saying, ‘Give them to the real estate shark, I’m out a here,” dropping the keys in Ennis’s hand. He might have to stay with his married daughter until he picks up another job, yet he is suffused with a sense of pleasure because Jack Twist was in his dream. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit.Now gone.Just gone.Like a chessboard where suddenly one of the knights disappeared. A blank spot on the board of life that could never truly be replaced because no two things were alike, no two beings alike. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If one does die taking these drugs, the death is likely to be very peaceful. Morphia is, after all, the goddess of dreams. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Psychologists have clinically observed that overly prolonged grief in the bereaved usually signifies a poor relationship with the one who died. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
To my mind the defining characteristic of our era is spin, everything tailored to vanishing point by market research, brands and bands manufactured to precise specifications; we are so used to things transmuting into whatever we would like them to be that it comes as a profound outrage to encounter death, stubbornly unspinnable, only and immutably itself. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>