Eating something nice, watching a good TV program, listening to a good old yesteryear song, these are simple things that I have enjoyed all along. But not anymore. Whenever I am engaged in one of these a feeling of guilt somehow creeps over me: “I am enjoying myself while the departed dear and near one cannot , not in this world of ours anymore.” It is a devastating thought that will hound, haunt and stalk me often for the rest of my days. ..
