Truth resists simplicity.
Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.
No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.
We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.
... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.
Funerals...are for the living.