We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

Remember that grief is a necessary pain. It’s your only way to heal. To starve it will destroy you.”~The Grimoire

Remember that grief is a necessary pain. It’s your only way to heal. To starve it will destroy you.”~The Grimoire

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something old.

God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees.

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.

No sapient could sustain happiness all of the time, just as no one could live permanently within anger, or boredom, or grief.

No sapient could sustain happiness all of the time, just as no one could live permanently within anger, or boredom, or grief.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.