I wonder if my first breath was as soul-stirring to my mother as her last breath was to me.

Death—the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

We never truly get over a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?

When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.

Death wasn’t a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels….

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place

Closed eyes, heart not beating, but a living love.

Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you’re faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn’t magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

It’s easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she’s never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

The song is ended but the melody lingers on…

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, and a day to love them, but it takes an entire lifetime to forget them.