I've just heard this sentence again: "Every death is a tragedy". Quite often it's "although every death is a tragedy...."
I don't agree that every death is a tragedy. Even my own mother's death at the end of a long and good life last year was not a tragedy. Sadness was involved but also joy. Joy at how lucky we had been to have had such good parents (my dad died a long time ago). This goodness of purpose, this depth of life, is part of our inheritance. There is a richness in it and a calm joy. My mother's death was not tragic. It was peaceful. It was the natural thing. In a sense she was lucky. And so were we not to have seen her suffering as our father had.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Son’s girlfriend diagnosed with BPD