For a child, the loss of a parent is the loss of memory itself. Svetlana Alexievich
The holiest of holidays are kept by ourselves in silence and apart: the secret anniversaries of the heart. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard, and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy and that hard. Neil Gaiman
No one said that every day would be sunny.
Or that the beds would never need to be made, that the dishes would wash themselves or that the dust wouldn’t accumulate.