Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

Have a conversation with your family about your end-of-life wishes while you are healthy. No one wants to have that discussion... but if you do, you'll be giving your loved ones a tremendous gift, since they won't have to guess what your wishes would have been, and it takes the onus of responsibility off of them.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room-but eventually, you learn to live with it.

I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.