“Whoever said God doesn’t give you more than you can handle was full of shit, because this—this grief that slams me over and over like a Mack truck, this weight of missing Will that presses down on all sides until… — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
“Why do they call it grief, when really it’s a whole gamut of awful emotions, confusion and regret and anger and guilt and loneliness,… — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
“That smile of his whenever I came into the room, the one that no one else ever got but me.” — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
“The growl of a lawn mower roars outside. A dog starts up across the street.” — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
“Dread begins to burrow under my skin like a parasite, slow and steady, eating away at my certainty.” — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
“This is what death does. It forces intimacy at the same time it snatches it away.” — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
“Children are the product of their parents, and crappy or nonexistent parenting skills load down a child with baggage that’s no fault of their… — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
“Whoever said God doesn’t give you more than you can handle was full of shit, because this—this grief that slams me over and over… — Kimberly Belle Copy Share Image
