The Correspondent

by Virginia Evans

when someone(s) treats you poorly, it is a reflection of him or herself and the misery within the heart of them.

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. For us it was the latter.

It takes patience to say exactly what one means, to think of the right word.

Remember: words, especially those written, are immortal.

Answer every question they’ve asked, and ask your own, and you will have created a never-ending circuit of curiosity and learning.

My life has felt enormous, but what do I have to show for it?

After all, what is there to fear in the end, really? Loss?

I’m sorry you are dying, but we are all dying.