The Strength of the Few (Hierarchy, #2)

by James Islington

Grief, my mother once told me, is love’s most honest expression. The last and hardest aspect of truly, truly caring for someone.

She explained through choking sobs that without grief, love would be meaningless. Because it is impossible to truly love something that cannot be lost. I remember

Grief, he explained to me gently, is a process that has only a beginning. We work through it, not get over it.