Don't waste your one beautiful life.
No mother should lose her child.
Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.
I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.
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.