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If I could tell you my one regret,
it would be that I didn't love you
better.  I had always intended to
improve upon that, because you
deserved to be well loved.
And if you could tell me your one
regret, it would be that everyone
deserves to be well loved.  With that
in mind, I will lend the world whatever
energy for love I still possess, and
improve upon things in your name.
It is the small things that bring me
to incredible sorrow.  I come across
a photo in a drawer,  and I have to
step back in order to avoid being
engulfed by your absence. 
Confronted with the problem of your
clothes in the closet, I know that
taking them away will not be
possible without dying once more.
The message is unmistakable:  I must
give myself good time, because the
little things are not little at all.
My mind is caught in the tangled
threads of grudge and passion,
but my heart is freed by the
strong bonds of acceptance and love.
Grief is about unfinished business.
All that still aches to be done, said or
felt together.  The possiblities that
will never be realized must now be
surrendered, but our unfinished
connection will quietly accompany
the remainder of my own journey.
Do not fear the truth,
hard as it may appear,
grievously as it may hurt,
it is still right
and you were born for it.
If you go out to meet
and love it,
let it exercise your mind,
it is your best friend
and closest sister

                 - Don Helder Camara 
Give voice to sorrow. Lend
words to loneliness.  Make
heard the depth of your despair
and the breaking of your heart.
For what remains unspoken can
never burst into healing song.
Grief is a very antisocial state
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