Kindle Notes & Highlights
Life is like a storm at sea – powerful and unexpected as it hits you with the full force of a tidal wave. You swim for your life and take a deep breath as you are dragged under again until you either give up or struggle to the surface once more. Only the strong survive.
Other people look at you differently. Pityingly. But I didn’t want their pity. I firmly believed that she would get better again. I repressed the prospect of death with all my might.
For one short instant it was as if the disease didn’t exist – a moment of peace that I will never forget.
There was not much left of the mother I knew, just some vague shadow of her former self.
How are you supposed to prepare yourself within four short months to lose someone you loved so much for fourteen years?
The worst prison is the one in which you imprison yourself. Grief overwhelms you and dominates your life.
It is not true that time heals all wounds, even when you stop grieving the pain of remembering remains. It never goes away. You only learn to live with it.
I don’t really know what is worst, the sudden death of someone you love or to watch a loved one slowly fade away.
The path to you leads through darkness. It is paved with pain and sorrow. I am driven by the longing to overcome fear, to find the light that is guiding me through the night.
