When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.
How blazing and alive the past is. The color of the wallpaper in the bedroom you had as a girl. It's not so much that you've lost your memory, more l… - Jackie Kay
How blazing and alive the past is. The color of the wallpaper in the bedroom you had as a girl. It's not so much that you've lost your memory, more l…
- Jackie Kay
These days I can't tell what I really feel. - Jackie Kay
These days I can't tell what I really feel.
Loss isn't an absence after all. It is a presence. A strong presence right next to me. I look at it. It doesn't look like anything, that's what is so… - Jackie Kay
Loss isn't an absence after all. It is a presence. A strong presence right next to me. I look at it. It doesn't look like anything, that's what is so…
(After meeting her birth mother after more than 40 years) We exchange bunches of orchids, laughing at the coincidence of the flowers. A little unnerv… - Jackie Kay
(After meeting her birth mother after more than 40 years) We exchange bunches of orchids, laughing at the coincidence of the flowers. A little unnerv…
Nearly dying brings you closer to living. There's a thin border; you feel yourself cross it, going back to the land of the living, going home. Perhap… - Jackie Kay
Nearly dying brings you closer to living. There's a thin border; you feel yourself cross it, going back to the land of the living, going home. Perhap…
When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive. - Jackie Kay
Sometimes you remember your life in photographs that were never taken. - Jackie Kay
Sometimes you remember your life in photographs that were never taken.
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