See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you

My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
but
I shall go on living.

There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing….

In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: It goes on.

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.

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

Sometimes, when one person is absent,
the whole world seems depopulated.

Death laughs, no one else does.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying

It’s around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It’s too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless

Tears have a wisdom all their own. They come when a person has relaxed enough to let go and to work through his sorrow. They are the natural bleeding of an emotional wound, carrying the poison out of the system. Here lies the road to recovery.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we’ll see that person again—or perhaps knowing that we won’t.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

May you find the strength and resolve today, to allow a deeper sense of healing to begin.

Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe

We’re built to move on. Someone dies, no matter how close you are to them, you move on. That helps in a lot of ways.\

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