That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?

When you're a parent you find yourself looking at the unknown that is your child, trying to find a piece of yourself inside her, because sometimes that is what it takes to claim.

The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck- you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it.

People in the real world would kill for a happily ever after, and you're willing to just throw it away ?" I look away from her. "It's hardly a happily ever after when you wind up right at the beginning.

And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

I'm weird. Everyone says so.

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.