When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter.the Tai Chi instructo

Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter.the Tai Chi instructo

I would have been glad if it had been the Lord's will to let one of my children live.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another.

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

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.

Their's not to make reply,Their's not to reason why,Their's but to do and die.

.....what happened to my little brother had to fit into my life, not consume or define it.

Her grief has not so much changed her as stripped her down, stripped her body and her face.