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I think Death has many faces, many voices, and it all depends on the person you are, and what you've done with your life.
Being alone is the only thing I have ever feared. It’s like a rope wrapped around my neck, a heavy burden that is always there.
"The only time you ever see a person's true character, who they really are, is right before they die. Anytime you judge a person before seeing their true self, you're robbing yourself of an opportunity.
If I wasn't someone people came to in the hard times, then I was living my life wrong.
“Oh honey, by the time you reach my age, all you’ll have done is say goodbye. Practice doesn’t make perfect. It never gets easy; you just learn to handle your grief better.”
So even if your existence seems sedentary, isolated, and unadventurous, if you do well with the life you've been given, then it's well-lived.
Rarely are you given second chances, real second chances, but when you do, when they present themselves to you…you need to figure out if the strings attached are worth the price.
That’s something no one should ever tell another parent. Never tell someone who grieves that their heart will heal.
If you’re grieving, you need to let that grief sweep over you, wash over you, as if you were a pebble of sand adrift along the shoreline. Eventually, the strength of the water will pull you in until you are surrounded, and the very grief you thought was drowning you is, instead, supporting you.

