First published in Great Britain in 2020 by Canongate Books Ltd,
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FOR KIRSTEN,
WHO INSPIRED ME TO WRITE
AND FOR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THIS BOOK
WHO ALSO GRACED ME WITH THEIR LIVES
‘If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
open your heart wide unto the body of life.’
— ‘DEATH POEM XXVII’ BY KHALIL GIBRAN
‘He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.’
— ‘EASTER, 1916’ BY W.B. YEATS
Contents
II. ACCEPTING THE UNRESOLVED HEART
III. HEALING THE TROUBLED HEART
12 KIRSTEN: Writing on Purpose
13 LOUISE: The Possibility of Forgiveness
IV. SURRENDERING TO THE SPACIOUS HEART
14 PHILIP: The Rightness of Everything
15 RONALD AND MARCO: Growing the Heart
Preface
Gran was the first person I saw die. I was nineteen years old and she was eighty-one. She was my father’s mother and she lived with our family for the last couple of years of her life, in a small cottage attached to the old sandstone house my three siblings and I were raised in, just outside Glasgow. Gran died of oesophageal cancer, more common in those days because of the heavy cigarette-smoking combined with her daily tipples of whisky. I remember following Mum into Gran’s
