“Me and Mama never did like the smell of cigarettes but after Daddy died, sometimes we would light one up and put it in his old ashtray. Today I stayed behind the man at Fletcher's and waited a little while… — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
“There's extra suffering when someone you love dies by their own hand. The ones left breathing got to find their own way to survive… — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
“Death is awful fierce. After it cuts those still living into little pieces, grief comes along to watch them bleed.” — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
“Me and Mama never did like the smell of cigarettes but after Daddy died, sometimes we would light one up and put it in… — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
“Deep is where your soul waits while you live like nothing terrible happened.” — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
“This is my story. Death tried to kill it; Grief tried to drown it; Pride tried to erase it; Pain tried to hide it;… — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
“It's funny how you can remember special things about a person. It's Mama's hands I remember. When I was little and she'd dress me,… — Sandi Morgan Denkers Copy Share Image
