“It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.”

She'd not known grief would come in waves, brought on by the smallest of things. Nor had she realized that ordinary acts of living would continue even after the loss of a love and that it would remain possible to get caught up in the moment of a simple pleasure before remembering.”

“How can it be that there is such a colossal gap between what we think we know about grief and mourning and what we actually find out when it comes to us?”