“Grass had grown on my child's grave in the far north. I'd lain on top of it every night for months, in vain hopes of keeping her warm. It was so cold, and she so small, lost to me forever.” GriefColdGrave Author:Yangsze Choo
“When my own child was lost, I'd been unable to eat, or even speak, from sheer grief. The fury and sorrow that had consumed me had left nothing for anything else, as though a madness had descended upon me. One that was gradually fading.” Grief Book:The Fox Wife Source: The Fox Wife