Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

I will bear this grief, I will endure it. I will reach a point where it doesn't kick me down an abyss whenever I turn my back on it.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.

We may find great relief and inexplicable solace in purposefully looking beyond grief in order to determine the provision made within it.

Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.

The only thing your life teaches you is how to live your life. And that’s only if you’re very lucky. And you listen very hard.

When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.

When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

Secrets are festering parasites to a relationship, devouring their hosts from within, leaving behind a empty hollow husk of what once was.

... [They] took it upon themselves to start the laborious process of cranking up life again, after death has stopped us all in its tracks.