“My grief comes in waves and is usually triggered by something arbitrary.” DeathLossGriefSadnessMothersDaughtersRandomnessArbitrariness Author:Michelle Zauner
“In fact, she was both my first and second words: Umma, then Mom. I called to her in two languages. Even then I must have known that no one would ever love me as much as she would.” LoveMotherGrief Book:Crying in H Mart Source: Crying in H Mart
“Sometimes my grief feels as though I’ve been left alone in a room with no doors. Every time I remember that my mother is dead, it feels like I’m colliding into a wall that won’t give. There’s no escape, just a hard wall that I keep ramming into over and over, a reminder of the immutable reality that I will never see her again.” DeathLossGriefMourningMothersDaughters Author:Michelle Zauner
“If I’m being honest, there’s a lot of anger. I’m angry at this old Korean woman I don’t know, that she gets to live and my mother does not, like somehow this stranger’s survival is at all related to my loss. Why is she here slurping up spicy jjamppong noodles and my mom isn’t? Other people must feel this way. Life is unfair, and sometimes it helps to irrationally blame someone for it.” LifeDeathLossGriefAngerMourningFairnessEquityUnfairness Author:Michelle Zauner