How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory there is no true loss.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesnt go away it becomes a part of you step for step breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. Thats just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined you dont get one without the other. All I can do is love her and love the world emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didnt know when the last argument happened or the last time you had sex or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.After they were goneThat was all you thought about.Day and night.

When You Are OldWHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire take down this book And slowly read and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once and of their shadows deep How many loved your moments of glad grace And loved your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you And loved the sorrows of your changing face And bending down beside the glowing bars Murmur a little sadly how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Despite your best efforts people are going to be hurt when its time for them to be hurt.

From childhoods hour I have not been. As others were I have not seen. As others saw I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved I loved alone.

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

Youll get over it Its the clichs that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You dont get over it because it is the person you loved. The pain stops there are new people but the gap never closes. How could it The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to

If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all else remained and he were annihilated the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.