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Grief was a heavy, dark blanket, weighing him down, making the smallest things difficult.
When his phone showed 183 texts, and his email inbox held 624 unread messages, he didn’t bother looking at them. None of them was from the one person he wanted.
The worst thing is to see the sick kids. If I could donate the time I have left to them, I’d do it, Dad. I’d do it in a heartbeat.
the acceptance of her absence was worse than the forgetting of her death.
“God listens,” his mother said. “But He’s not a grocer, okay? Just because you pray for something you want doesn’t mean you’re going to get it.”
“So why pray?” asked Josh. “Why not pray?” she answered.
Sometimes grief brings a family together; sometimes it pushes each person into a corner. Sometimes it does both.
Grief, you see, is lonely for everyone involved.
When the tears came, sometimes predictably, sometimes taking her by surprise, she gave herself five minutes for a full-on sob, then got back to the stuff at hand.
Don’t let me be your life’s tragedy. Let me be one of the best things that ever happened. One of the many best things that ever happened to you.
“It’s okay if you go,” he whispered.
He was, and is, and always would be, the love of her life.
