The sudden death at 51 of James Gandolfini is intolerable.
To a father, when a child dies, the future dies; to a child when a parent dies, the past dies.
People don't understand the devastation the murder of a child does to someone. Eighty percent of parents of murdered children wind up in divorce. The only thing you have in common is that horrible sadness. You can't see the joy of your previous life.
A lot of sad things have happened to my friends' children, people you knew as babies. They've been killed or become crazy or all kinds of tragic things. There are some people whose children haven't talked to them in fifteen years. There's all kind of meshugaas in this world.
The death of my daughter is a subject I talk about briefly because there is nothing more tragic.
The death of kings can be recited, but not of one's child.
What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?
Seems like I'm in a dream. Prince dead at 57. There are no words to describe this loss.
I was always much too elated to imagine despair.
Anyone who has lost a child will tell you that they don't recover their sense of endless possibility. Some people hide that well. But after a certain age, almost everyone is carrying something like that around, I suppose.
I don't think any mother who has lost a child is ever the same.
We often don't think of them, we think of the great wars and the great battles, but what about losing a son or a daughter, or a girl losing her husband or vice versa? I think of the people who never got the chance to have the opportunities I had.
My heart goes out to the grieving parents who lost their two-year-old or their newborn.
When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?
To lose one parent is a tragedy, to lose both is utter carelessness.
The death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.
