Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.

Grief is what tells you who you are alone.

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.

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.