He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people's capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I'm floored every time.

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.

You know, I thought about that a lot these last couple of years," She says in a choked voice. "About who was there for you. Who held your hand while you grieved for all that you'd lost?