Be patient with yourself. Don't make the loss harder by thinking you should be a certain way, or have bounced back, etc.

A death from a long illness is very different from a sudden death. It gives you time to say goodbye and time to adjust to the idea that the beloved will not be with you anymore.

Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.

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

Loss is so paradoxical: It is at once enormous and tiny.

There are many kinds of loss embedded in a loss - the loss of the person, and the loss of the self you got to be with that person. And the seeming loss of the past, which now feels forever out of reach.

If the condition of grief is nearly universal, its transactions are exquisitely personal.