Look not mournfully into the past it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns the rattle of musketry the strange mournful mutter of the battlefield.
Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.
I'd say that after my father passed my writing changed it went deeper. Most would say 'matured' but I don't think I'd use that word in relation to my progress. I think 'change' is a little more accurate.