And I felt closer to you. Because you knew me so much better than I'd realized - and still loved me.
Grief is loved turned into an eternal missing ... It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.
trolley with Jenny's body on it was wheeled past us, surrounded 
A siren is the sound of the twenty-first-century cavalry on the way. 
There was no harbor for hope. 
She pans life for gold and finds it daily. 
I'm only just discovering that how someone behaves in everyday life gives no clue how they'll be when it counts. 
Because I'd rather fell guilty for the rest of my life than for her to have felt a second's fear - Tess's Mother 
Pan life for gold and you will find it daily. 
Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are. 
Been united by superficial tendrils of the small and the mundane, but the enormous fact of your death was ripping each fragile connection. I said 
Joie de vivre. Joy and life together. It's such an ironically perfect description of you. 
I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself. 
But my lazy lack of faith, my in-vogue atheism, has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives. 
Sex and laughter. The heart and lungs of a relationship. 
Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage ... 
Grief is love turned into an eternal missing 