Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk… — Rosamunde Pilcher Copy Share Image
“Forgetting wasn’t the same as being happy. Being drunk wasn’t the same as forgetting … we were at our most miserable when… — Eleanor Brown Copy Share Image
“In this journey, it wasn’t her forgetting that broke me. It was the glimpses of her remembering.” — Barb Drummond Copy Share Image
