The Correspondent

by Virginia Evans

Grief shared, I think, can produce two outcomes. Either you bind yourselves together and hold on for dear life, or you let go and up goes a wall too high to be crossed.

believe one ought to be precious with communication. Remember: words, especially those written, are immortal.

Someone I loved very much said once to me there is no parallel universe; there is no ‘what could have been if only.’

I have missed you all this time, of course, but the fact is that I got every moment of you there was.