It was written by a woman who wrote under the name of George Eliot. That is what I would do, I decided: I would make friends with my grief. I would sit beside it and I would remember the love David and I had for each other and not be afraid. I would take it slowly like the river. I would give myself permission to cry, I would allow myself to scream if I needed to. I would not look outside my heart for someone to fix it. I would accept that some things just can’t be fixed.
