“Grief, my mother once told me, is love’s most honest expression. The last and hardest aspect of truly, truly caring for someone. She said it at her own mother’s funeral rites, tears in her eyes even as she tried to comfort a boy too young to understand why he was so sad, why his grandmother couldn’t be there anymore. She explained through choking sobs that without grief, love would be meaningless. Because it is impossible to truly love something that cannot be lost.” LoveLossGrief Book:The Strength of the Few Source: The Strength of the Few
“For I did not know which was harder to bear: The echo of her passing, or the long silence that followed.” LossGrief Book:An Echo of Things to Come Source: An Echo of Things to Come