to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it. when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you… — Ellen Bass Copy Share Image
