Children die, and parents live, but it doesn’t mean they go on living like Humpty Dumpty or pathogens of infectious diseases. When Vincent died, some friendly people faded out of my life. “I don’t want to intrude on her” and “I don’t want to make her sadder by talking about Vincent with her” were, I was made to understand, how some people felt. As though any one of them could outshoot life to injure me; as though anything they said would make me sadder!
