As my wife Mirjam went into terminal decline during 2010, I learnt something which seems bigger than all else. She was gradually reduced. There was less and less of her, that I had of her. Sometimes all that I had left of her was her breathing. But as things were taken away one by one, I thought: "It wasn't this that was necessary for love ... It wasn't this ... It wasn't this ..." I discovered that everything I might have thought was important for love was not.
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Too painful to watch it through!
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