Was expecting to see her on Monday, but whilst I was away her Grandma died, so she had to disappear home for a few days. But she was back today looking tired and a bit down.
The thing I like most about her is her laughing - I make her laugh and that makes me feel good, a double whammy of happiness. She's a lovely girl and talking to her is nice and simple, although she does challenge my thoughts - quite like a counselor, just as she is training to be.
We talked about funerals and letting go and the implied selfishness of grief, People are in pain and they are released from that pain through their mortality and yet we still wish them alive - Does it matter that we are wishing they suffer a little bit more so we still have them around?
Is love not the most compelling proof that humans are intrinsically selfish?
If you love somebody, set them free... That's how the song goes isn't it? It's good advice but we very rarely think that way do we?
On Iplayer I'm watching a program about transplants - only 3 of the 1500 suitable deaths per day are exploited for their bits - It doesn't really contradict my thoughts above, but at least there are some special people out there. Is one in five hundred a good enough ratio for anything?
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