You think you heard wrong. You think that it’s all some sort of mistake.
I hate myself because I can’t remember the last words you said to me. I can’t remember the last time I hugged you goodbye.
I can’t wrap my head around the reason why God would take someone like you away from here.
“The zombies in George Romero’s movies are us. They’re hungry. Monsters are us, the dangerous parts of us. The part that wants to destroy.”
There’s no time limit on grief. You can take as long as you need to go through the five stages, and for me, it took about eight months to accept John was gone. I hope he’s proud of who I’ve become in the last two years.
“He turned his head to look at me before I heard a gurgle. Then he was gone, just like that.”
The person who comes after cannot and will not replace the one we lost. To imply that is insulting to the widow, it’s insulting to the new love and it’s insulting to the love who was lost.
We cannot be truly alive without maintaining an awareness of death. Death is not waiting for us at the end of a long road. Death is always with us, in the marrow of every passing moment.
“After driving onto a flooded section of rural highway at night and flipping over into the ditch, I suddenly found myself upside down, under water, strapped in, in pitch blackness.”
Scorpio: You wouldn’t have any problem using a knife. Feeling their skin tear. Watching their eyes fade to white. Trying to think of an excuse before the cops came.