… though she was not beautiful her calmness had the magnetic pull of beauty - a stillness so powerful that the molecules realigned themselves around her when she came into a room.
THE GOLDFINCH, by Donna Tartt
A must-read book. So delicious.
I assure you, sir: literature is a drug.
Grief never ends…but it changes. It’s a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love.