More eloquence from Mark Twain on the loss of his daughter Suzy. I have quoted him before, but these two paragraphs express what every parent who has lost a child experiences. Yes, the bank is broken, my fortune is gone, I am a pauper.
You have seen our whole voyage. You have seen us go to sea, a cloud of sail–and the flag at the peak; and you see us now, chartless, adrift–derelicts; battered, water-logged, our sails a ruck of rags, our pride gone. For it is gone. And there is nothing in its place. The vanity of life was all we had, and there is no more vanity left in us. We are even ashamed of that we had; ashamed that we trusted the promises of life and builded high–to come to this!
I did know that Susy was part of us; I did not know that she could go away; I did not know that she could go away, and take our lives with her, yet leave our dull bodies behind. And I did not know what she was. To me she was but treasure in the bank; the amount known, the…
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