To grieve is the gift of the living - a gift so many of our kin have long lost

Memories belong in the soil, in stone, in wind. They are the land's unseen meaning, such that touches the soul of all who would look - truly look - upon it. To…

'Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.'

Children were meant to be gifts. The physical manifestation of love between a man and a woman. And for that love all manner of sacrifice could be borne.