I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets. D.H. Lawrence
I have been stymied for the past few days, trying to write a note to a dear friend, yet completely at a loss for what to say. What do you say to a mother who has lost her child to cancer? What can you say to ease a pain so great, so unfair, so wrong that you can’t even comprehend it?
“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow