Neil Diamond - The Story Of My Life.

The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
And ends the day you leave
The story of my life begins and ends with you
The names are still the same
And the story's still the truth
I was alone.
You found me waiting and made me your own
I was afraid
That somehow I never could be a man that you wanted of me You're the story of my life, and every word is true
Each chapter sings your name
Each page begins with you
It's the story of our times and never letting go If I die today, I wannted yo to know
Stay with me here
Share with me, care with me Stay and be near
And when it began I'd lie awake every night
Just knowing somewhere deep inside
That our affair just might write
The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
It ends the day you leave

How Freud helps me to mourn my husband’s death.

- How Freud helps me to mourn my husband’s death | Life and style | The Guardian
Augusta Ford was used to dealing with grief and loss in her work as a psychotherapist. Then her husband died. Would her years of experience help in her own grieving process?
One mild December day in 2013, mid-afternoon, he was diagnosed with a symptomless cancer. I had finished with my patients and checked my phone at 5.30pm to see what we were doing for supper. I knew he had been to see our GP the previous day seeking an ultrasound for a sore knee (the result of decades of intense sport and exercise) but had not quite registered that he had also asked our doctor to feel an odd little pearl-sized lump in his neck. His text read: “5.30pm need you to see Dr with me. Please come.”
I ran from our house to the surgery, without a coat, leaving music practice undone and my children unexpectedly playing Minecraft on a school night. Twenty minutes later, our life was completely different.