Feb 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Grief is that rock in your pocket. You carry it around day after day. Week after week. Year after year until it doesn’t feel quite so heavy any more.
I marvel at your courage.
Grief is that rock in your pocket. You carry it around day after day. Week after week. Year after year until it doesn’t feel quite so heavy any more.
I marvel at your courage.