What I felt in each instance was sadness, loneliness {the loneliness of the abandoned child of whatever age}, regret for time gone by, for things unsaid, for my inability to share or even in any real way to acknowledge, at the end, the pain and helplessness and physical humiliation they each endured. I understood the inevitability of each of their deaths. I had been expecting {fearing, dreading, anticipating} those deaths all my life. They remained, when they did occur, distanced, at a remove from the ongoing dailiness of my life.
by Joan Didion
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In "The Year of Magical Thinking," Joan Didion reflects on her emotional turmoil in the face of loss. She expresses deep feelings of sadness and loneliness, reminiscent of an abandoned child. This internal struggle is marked by regret for unspoken thoughts and an inability to fully acknowledge the suffering of those she loved. Didion grapples with the feelings of helplessness and physical humiliation that come with watching loved ones endure pain.

As she confronts the inevitability of death, Didion reveals the tension between the reality of loss and the daily routines of life. Despite her anticipation of these losses, when they finally occur, they feel distant and disconnected from her everyday experience. This juxtaposition highlights the profound emotional impact of grief and the challenges of reconciling it with the continuity of life.

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