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.
Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.
The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.
What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.
Near the end I asked him one night in the hospital corridor what he thought was happening, and he said, "Tell her everything you haven't said," and I smiled with relief. "There's nothing," I said. "I've already told her everything.