Macmillan grumbled that life had lost a huge joy if one is unable to read. Whenever I have those moments, I understand that feeling. It’s truly awful – an isolating and even lonely feeling – being unable to enjoy a book.
I thought, too, that she seemed to be about my niece’s age – in her young 20s. To feel/be so “alone” in her view of the world at that age as to even remotely consider doing that to herself? Her whole life ahead of her? With the whole world out there?
Let’s keep her busy. Please consider following her and commenting. Please like her post. Let’s make her phone buzz endlessly.
From the outside, often it looked cool and glamorous (I remember sitting star-struck at him once telling me about meeting Sean Connery)…
True, the cabin might not have been perfectly comfortable. We do have it so much easier in terms of travel than those of centuries’ past, of course.
My mom died on October 26, 2015.
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