Loss Is So Paradoxical: It Is At

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

Suddenly It Was Fall, The Season Of Death, The Anniversary Of Things-going-to-hell.

A Mother Is A Story With No Beginning. That Is What Defines Her.

Sometimes You Don't Even Know What You Want Until You Find Out You Can't Have It.

Nothing Prepared Me For The Loss Of My Mother. Even Knowing That She Would Die Did Not Prepare Me.