My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.

People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.

she sighs, then breaks a piece off the muffin in my hand. 'Hey. There are plenty more just five feet to your right.' 'then you shouldn't be so concerned about losing some of yours.' she says, grinning. 'Fair enough.

All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.