Wy

"We do not understand

grief, nor love's phases,

and what death keeps concealed

is not unveiled

Only song through the land

hallows and praises

Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus

#19

What he thought

"What he thought of death itself, there is no telling.  Whether he ever thought of it at all,  might be a question."  Herman Melville, Moby Dick

the other point is, I miss my brother