It has been three years since Peter died suddenly in my arms. It has been three long and interminable years of grief, ever fighting to swim to the surface to get a breather of joy. [...]
“No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well [...]