Lives of Girls and Women

We are doing this novel called Lives of Girls and Women by Alic Munro, which is about this girl called Del. The novel follows her life as she grows into a woman. i really like the book. it makes me understand myself more.

We are up to the bit where Uncle Craig, her uncle or something, dies. Del is only a child and she finds it really hard to get a grip on the fact that her uncle is dead, and that she cant pin down the concept of mortality and the fact that you cant control death, you dont know what it feels like, no ones been back from that 'land' to tell the tale, except for Jesus i guess, if you believe his testimony. Anyway, Del realises that even though her uncles body is still there, his actual, person is gone. She misses his personality.


Which is when i realised, smack bang in the middle of English,



 that i had already lost somebody, someone so close to me, even though they were physically still with me.


Because when i look at this person, i only see them, not whats inside anymore. i hate how i let it slip away.

and i wish i realised earlier. i hope its not too late...