I find that I don’t want to go back again and be happy in that way. The happiness into which it invited me was insipid. But the invitation seemed to me horrible.
Pages 72-73, “…summoned me into a past kind of happiness, my pre. What’s wrong with the world to make it so flat, shabby, worn-out looking? Then I remember.” the atmosphere, the taste of the whole thing is deadly…. For then, though I have forgotten the reason, there is spread over everything a vague sense of wrongness, of something amiss…. But the times when I’m not are perhaps my worst. Work and conversation make that impossible. , “It’s not true that I’m always thinking of. Humor and pardon me as I personalized some of the quotes. Though (mostly) not dealing specifically with child or pregnancy loss, there were some quotes that, after hearing them on audio, drove me to read the book, A Grief Observed, for myself.
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