“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 realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on.”

“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.”