"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"There were no photos from Stephen’s childhood at the funeral home. No images of the green-eyed boy with the sweet smile to remind us of what had been lost."
“We need to be shipwreck divers. We need to actually go into the depths of pain and all the other things,” he added. “You’ll find your joy by actually going a little deeper.”
"This is my year to sleep when I can. To give myself grace, always. To embrace the mess. Some years aren’t meant to be record-breaking. Some years are meant to survive."
"Today, my younger sister received her high school yearbook and was not in it. She didn’t miss picture day or ask for her picture not to be included. Imagine the heartbreak my mother felt having to explain to my sister why she wasn’t in the yearbook."
