Grief. Death. Bach. The afterlife of the soul. An angel of the Lord and a metaphysical vessel. Read it yourself.
What happens when the person who has been the light of your life for more than forty years is brutally torn away by a merciless, agonising cancer? What are you left with? Sorrow. Loss. Memories. Longing. Despair. Thoughts of death, of the soul’s possible afterlife. A drift of swifts. Bach. An angel of God. A strange, equivocal, metaphysical vessel. A world in flux, one where all impossibilities become possible.