“But his body, so cold, so unrelentingly unmoving was beginning to belong back to Earth, a block of perfect marble into which, even now, I tried to press my own life, exhaling, exhaling, exhaling. It's fruitless, you know it's fruitless, but you do it anyway, entreating your dead son to return to this perfectly usable thing, this beautiful, still body, so umblemished, so strong, so midstride.” LoveDeathGriefMourningDeath Of A Loved OneHopelessness Book:Fi: A Memoir of My Son Source: Fi: A Memoir of My Son
“It's not anyone's job to make another person happy, but the truth is, people can either be very happy or very unhappy together. Happiness or unhappiness isn't a measure of their love. You can have an intense connection to someone without being a good lifelong mate for him. Love is complicated and difficult that way.” LoveHappinessRelationshipsDivorceUnhappiness Book:Leaving Before the Rains Come Source: Leaving Before the Rains Come
