A Mother Is The Portal By Which

A Mother, After All, Is Your Entry Into The World. She Is The Shell In Which You Divide And Become A Life. Waking Up In A World Without Her Is Like Waking Up In A World Without Sky: Unimaginable.

Many Americans Don't Mourn In Public Anymore - We Don't Wear Black, We Don't Beat Our Chests And Wail.

I Envy My Jewish Friends The Ritual Of Saying Kaddish - A Ritual That Seems Perfectly Conceived, With Its Built-in Support Group And Its Ceremonious Designation Of Time Each Day Devoted To Remembering The Lost Person.

Time Doesn’t Obey Our Commands. You Cannot Make It Holy Just Because It Is Disappearing.

This Is Part Of The Complexity Of Grief: A Piece Of You Recognizes It Is An Extreme State, An Altered State, Yet A Large Part Of You Is Entirely Subject To Its Demands.