"I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart."
"She put one hand on mine. “When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times."
"Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them."
"It’s funny. I met a man once who did a lot of mountain climbing. I asked him which was harder, ascending or descending? He said without a doubt descending, because ascending you were so focused on reaching the top, you avoided mistakes.The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature,” he said. “You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up."
"When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times."
"I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day."