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I never cried during my mother’s illness, nor at her death. Nor later at my daughter Kathie’s funeral.

I had come to understand that tears are for unfulfilled fantasy: what I had imagined the rest of their lives would have, should have, been. What they would have done, what we would have done together.

All tears, like all fears, are only for fantasies.

If only we can accept, gratefully, the Reality, the As Is, the Course of each life, then there is no need for fantasy – and so no tears.

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Extract from the book The Veneration of Life