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in the nineteenth year and the eleventh monthspeak your tattered Kaddish for all suicides: Praise to life though it crumbled in like a tunnelon ones we knew and loved. Praise to life though its windows blew shuton the breathing-room of ones we knew and loved. Praise to life though ones we knew and lovedloved it badly, too well, and not enough. Praise to life though it tightened like a knoton the hearts of ones we thought we knew loved us. Praise to life giving room and reasonto ones we knew and loved who felt unpraisable. Praise to them, how they loved it, when they could.

Adrienne Rich