Don't waste your one beautiful life.
I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.
No mother should lose her child.
The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore.
Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.
In my adult life, I had spent a lot of time angry at God, mostly over the sudden deaths in my family - my brother at 30, my daughter at 5.