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

The Phantom Child

I’ll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don’t choose. We’ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn’t carry us. There’s nothing to do but salute it from the shore. Cheryl Strayed

The Illusion of Separation

It’s strange how I cannot remember your voice, but if I heard it, I would immediately know it was you. Clint Smith

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