Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where every bend may reveal a totally new landscape. C.S.Lewis

… this is what we do. We gather each other up. We say, the cup is half yours and half mine. We say alone is the last place you will ever be. Andrea Gibson

He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness. George Saunders

Half of me is missing … and the other half is missing you. Ranata Suzuki

But what is grief if not love persevering? Wandavision