Loss and learning : personal reflections upon the learning contained in profound grief

I remember the time my father died. It was not so long ago. He had a form of cancer, a cancer of the blood. This meant that in his last few years every so often he would be sent to hospital for a transfusion. Half a day later he would emerge With new blood, a fresh and revitalised circulatory system, ready for another twelve to fifteen months, and life would continue