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Things You Shouldn’t Flush: Anything Yellow, Toilet Paper, Your Hopes & Dreams.
asked death, “Why do people love me but hate you?” Death responded, “Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.” —Unknown
“A Whiter Shade of Pale.”
Maidin,”
Legally, in Egypt you cannot be gay.
“The man in the yellow hat. Who writes an entire children’s series and never names the main character?”
She raises her face to mine, and I see it: the awareness that the road just…ends. That there’s no promise of anything coming after, at least not as far as we have proof.
“Art isn’t what you see. It’s what you remember.”
Someone does not have to die for you to miss them.
“Talking about sex doesn’t make you pregnant, and talking about death isn’t going to kill you—”
Who else could possibly know me well enough to wound me.
There are concentric circles of grief: the patient is at the center, the next layer is the caregiver, then their kids, then close friends, and so on. Figure out what circle you’re in. If you are looking into the concentric circles, you give comfort. If you’re looking out, you receive
“Every word you speak, every breath you take, moves you closer to the end of your life. On the inbreath, inhale gratitude for the additional seconds you have been given. On the outbreath, think of the seconds that have passed in your life.”
“When you’re an artist,” Win says, “it’s because there’s something inside you that you can’t keep from spilling out. Maybe it comes in the form of sentences, or a grand jeté, or a stroke of a paintbrush. The end result can be a million different things. But the seed, it’s always the same. It’s the emotion there isn’t a word for. The feeling that’s too big for your body. To show someone your soul, you have to bleed. People
Wyatt’s will precede them all.
figments of someone’s grief,”
five things we need to say to people we love before they die, and I give this advice to caregivers: I forgive you. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. Goodbye.
When you lose someone, you see them everywhere in a hundred different ways. I will think of her when
