Grief is a Broken Clock
On the mantelpiece of the room in my house which most would call the "living room" but which I glorify as the "library" (both because for as long as I can remember I've wanted a dedicated library and for the very simple reason that it's where the books live) there sits a clock, set in the body of a wooden elephant. It looks a bit like it should be a family heirloom with a history, but it really isn't...or at least, its history is a comparatively short one. My late husband and
