The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.
memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.
Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.
What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.
The truth, or success, of any writer's story lies partly in its specificity and its emotional honesty.
You canโt change the tale so that you turned left one day instead of right, or didnโt make the mistake that might have saved your life a day later. We donโt get those choices. The story is what got you here, and embracing its truth is what makes the outcome bearable.