Cynthia Clifford

💬 “The death of a parent, despite our preparation—indeed, despite our age—dislodges something deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that dredge up memories and feelings that we thought gone to ground long ago. We might, in that indeterminate period we call mourning, be in a submarine on an ocean’s bed, aware of the depth charges now near and now far, buffeting us with recollections. … Grief is different. Grief has no distance. It comes in waves, paradoxically sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.” - Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking