“I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state but a process.”

“I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.”

"We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such a loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else. "