It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.
According to all the experts, it's time for me to talk about what I'm going through... I can't. I'd need a new alphabet, one made of falling, of tectonic plates shifting, of the deep devouring dark.