That she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.
Gail Caldwellmemory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.
Gail CaldwellThe belief that life was hard and often its worst battles were fought in private, that it was possible to walk through fear and come out scorched but still breathing.
Gail Caldwell