For a minute, the fantasy frightened her, but ultimately, this fear saved her from feeling alone.
As he spoke, I had the mental image of a small boy switching on the nightlight, not because he wants to be able to find his parents during the night, but because he fears his parents will forget him - lose him - in the dark.
Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.
Being present, whether with children, with friends, or even with oneself, is hard work. But isn't this attentiveness -- the feeling that someone is trying to think about us -- something we want more than praise?
