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“I have heard countless sad stories since. I witnessed people come into the room for their first group with rounded shoulders, crumpled in grief. I have said, “It’s okay,” a thousand times as a griever sniffles and apologizes for their tears. But what I’ve also seen is the shriveled griever straighten and strengthen as they surprise themselves with a resilience they never thought they were capable of.”

“The Infinite One cannot be torn apart from itself. It is our personification of good, our belief that it belongs to a personal identity, that makes grief possible. And it is our understanding of universal good, God being everywhere and in everything, that heals it. The qualities and abilities we may miss in someone are not missing from Life. Every beautiful quality in someone is abundantly present and waiting to be recognised in all of Life’s great symphony.”

“Your passed loved ones are not dead and gone, nor are they removed from the life you’re still living. They are with you every single day, and they aren’t missing out on what’s happening in your life, either.”

“I thought the stars wouldn't shine, When you are gone, I thought that all the light, Would vanish from the sun. Let them stay forever then, Let their presence comfort me, Perhaps somewhere my love is still there, In some secret place where beautiful things run free.”

“I won't be bringing flowers, They cannot reach you where you are. Ashes would return into ashes, But the ashes won't bring you home. I won't be bringing flowers, They'd wither away and die. I'd bring instead some butterflies, To help you reach the skies.”

“Sometimes there is a sadness, That even tears cannot speak. My heart alone knows the pain, A pain so sharp and deep. Why then do I hold on? Why do I follow where it leads? Ah, perhaps because it draws me closer, It carries me where it is sweet.”

“But in all of the sadness, when you’re feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking, You’ve got to remember that grief isn’t the absence of love. Grief is the proof that love is still there.”

“The smell of flowers was overwhelming, and it reminded me of walking into a flower shop to pick the perfect bouquet when my gran died. It wasn’t a good memory, and the smell was intoxicating. My heart broke while looking at the beautiful variations of flowers and smelling the sweet nectar. It was a terrible mix. The beauty, the nature, the colors, and the smell—all laced with grief. And what I could never comprehend was that flowers were for every occasion. You get them when you’re in love and when it’s your birthday; you can get them with a new job or a raise. And how is it supposed to make you feel when all you can remember is the smell of heartbreak, and it takes you back to that space in time? It doesn’t feel like a celebration of anything, but more like torture. Torture of the mind and soul.”

“What if I make it through this, so damaged that the rest of my life is a living hell? A graphic rerun of everything I survived, but over and over and over again?” She inhaled a shuddering breath. “So every single detail—that was already burned into my brain and every inch of my body—gets worked in like oil on a cutting board!” Tears dribbled down her face. “But I’m not a cutting board, Dakota, and what I went through in British Columbia was not oil to be worked in,” she whispered. “It was worse than dying, and I’m afraid that living after this will be a worse punishment than I ever imagined.” She shrugged one shoulder. “And I don’t think I’m up to the task.”

“You know me; I'm going to support whatever you choose, so if you are choosing hiding, hide away! But don't hide AND claim you aren't hiding. Don't hide AND give up. Don't hide AND stop dreaming. Your dream died? Fine. Give it a decent burial and dream a new dream. Take off the black armband and figure out the next thing. Be open to the universe plopping it in your lap. (p63)”

“As life has its way, unfortunate events often happen in a row-one after another, shooting forth like a rapid train in front of our eyes. When one's heart is still hurting, still fighting, another strike is already on the way. No time to feel, no time to notice, no time to heal.”

“Grief doesn't answer to the rules of good sense, she doesn’t answer to any rules at all. Grief is a willful mother fucker who takes what she wants and spits us out where she will. She will not be rushed. Refuses to be contained. The body of you can sustain blow after blow after blow and remain standing, and then the smallest of breezes will bring the whole thing down. It took me a long time to make peace with this. To make friends with the raw, keening animal edge of it all. To understand that we all carry our grief differently, that it stacks and morphs and twists and hides—and then when it is ready, it rushes in, eager to finally have its say.”