I believe in the importance of individuality, but in the midst of grief I also find myself wanting connection - wanting to be reminded that the sadness I feel is not just mine but ours.

Sometimes you don't even know what you want until you find out you can't have it.

One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother's death was 'unmoored.' I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.

There is no single way of grieving. But research suggests that there are some broad similarities among grievers.

The people we most love do become a physical part of us, ingrained in our synapses, in the pathways where memories are created.

One of the things about grief is that it can bring a deeper perspective into your life; in the end, it has, for me, though it's also brought sorrow.

I live to collect information, and I am also a perfectionist.