“My grandmother always said, Grief is like a broken wheel on a wagon – annoying, but in the end you just put the spare wheel under and keep going.”
“Grief no more needs a solution than love needs a solution.”
Source: It's OK That You're Not OK
“Maybe grief is a way to acknowledge the combined separateness and togetherness of the relationship once shared. Death is a sharp slap that refuses to be ignored The End seems so final.”
Source: The Path of Grief: & the Imagined Future
“Grief hits harder when you’re far. The funeral passes while you’re on shift. And your mourning is timed around a lunch break.”
Source: THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DREAM: Stories of Grief, Faith, and Silent Strength from an OFW Nurse
“No one warns you about the guilt: the one that whispers you should’ve been there. That maybe the money you sent wasn’t enough. That love, from afar, still felt like failure.”
Source: THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DREAM: Stories of Grief, Faith, and Silent Strength from an OFW Nurse
“We asked La Virgencita to save our baby. We asked God to intercede. We asked the angels to lend a hand. We asked the saints to help us win this battle. They all stayed quiet, and death lived in that silence.”
Source: The Devil Takes You Home
“grief travels a certain route-that if you could plot it out on a map you'd have a line that twists and weaves and eventually ends up near the point of departure. I say "near" because although you may survive the grief, you won't ever be exactly the same.”
Source: Say Goodnight, Gracie
“Do the iconized versions of the memories we hold onto with those we love and mourn make it easier to process our thoughts?”
Source: The Path of Grief: & the Imagined Future
“He said my name aloud, but he was asleep. I crawled into his hospital bed with him again as best I could with all the extra paraphernalia in the way, and then the flood started. I began to cry a little bit, and then more poured out. I could not stop it. How could I know a gushing river would burst through the dam of appropriateness and strength I try to project and mix with the I-Love-Yous coming from my mouht and the giant tears I did not know were waiting behind my eyes? How do anyone's eyes stay in their head with such pressure swimming and bleeding onto a pillow?
I Love you, Daddy. I am going to miss you, I thought to myself.
"Good-bye," I choked out the words.
"Good-bye, honey," said my sleeping, dreaming Daddy.”
Source: The Path of Grief: & the Imagined Future
“Somewhere or somewhen, someone will say something about life "going back to normal," and it will be the craziest thing that has ever been uttered in the history of the world, but people who pretend to be sane will treat it like a rational statement, and maybe . . .
. . . maybe, if we are not careful we will believe the lie. No, life has changed, and no one else gets to decide what or when is "normal.”
Source: The Path of Grief: & the Imagined Future