Bits and Pieces: My Mother, My Brother, and Me

by Whoopi Goldberg

I say, you can have it all. But you’ve got to walk away

It’s not a grief that has an end date. It evolves, but it stays around. You know, it becomes something that hangs out in the corner. It’s still nearby, every day. And sometimes it comes up and runs at you. You just have to let it do what it’s going to do.