I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.

A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.

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

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

Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .

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.