Our Fumbling Friends

I feel like the world is divided into two types of people: people who know loss and people who don’t. Jennette McCurdy

Death of a Dog

Bringing home a puppy is a countdown to sorrow. Louis C.K.

The Not Knowing

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. Emily Dickinson

Ten Years On

Every time I hurt, I know the wound is an echo, so I keep listening for the moment the grief becomes a window, when I can see what I couldn’t see before. Andrea Gibson

The Ugly Side of Grief

There isn’t a thing to eat down in the rabbit hole of your bitterness except your own desperate heart. Cheryl Strayed

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