And imagine acquiring a new language and only learning the words to describe a wonderful world, refusing to know the words for a bleak one and in doing so linguistically shaping the world that you inhabit.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .

And imagine acquiring a new language and only learning the words to describe a wonderful world, refusing to know the words for a bleak one and in doing so linguistically shaping the world that you inhabit.

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.

But my lazy lack of faith, my in-vogue atheism, has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives.