Loss doesn't feel redeemable. But for me one consoling aspect is the recognition that, in this at least, none of us is different from anyone else: We all lose loved ones; we all face our own death.

Time doesn’t obey our commands. You cannot make it holy just because it is disappearing.

A mother is the portal by which you enter the world.

Grief is characterized much more by waves of feeling that lessen and reoccur, it's less like stages and more like different states of feeling.

Grief is at once a public and a private experience. One's inner, inexpressible disruption cannot be fully realized in one's public persona.

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

The truth is, I need to experience my mother's presence in the world around me and not just in my head.