From gonzo
'My tuppence worth old friend, losing a loved one, for me it is my old Dad, I still think I have not grieved properly, I have not shed a tear, at his funeral I actually smiled, not because I thought he was going to a better place, only that his suffering was at an end, he had a shitty last couple of years, do I have a point, maybe, only that we grieve in different ways.
On the subject of pool and this is probably where you start to hate me, I love the game ( game ) but only for the banter round the table, not for the perfect shot, or the perfect way someone manipulates the ball, just the sheer joy of laughing as someone pots a ball which never should have happened, me and my mates play killer, you know, three lives and then you are out, we always play for money, and there is always some arse who wants to up the stakes, me I just stand and enjoy the friendship, macho guys ( or so they think ) all thinking they are Gods gift to pool.
Sometimes it becomes serious ( well to me ) someone from another table challenges one of my mates to a game ( 50 quid maybe ) I still smile, all these macho guys posturing ( I do a bit of posturing myself, kind of lean on the pool cue and look mean )
Anyway old son, keep playing your pool, I think the passion will return, as for your grieving, that is yours, it belongs to you, a very personal thing.
My tuppence worth, may our Lord walk every step with you, Amen.'