No mother should lose her child.
Ann HoodTag: death
all that was missing...was everything else?
Ann Hood, the Knitting Circle
Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.
Ann HoodThe only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that?
Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore.
Tag: grief
Grief is not linear. People kept telling me that once this happened or that passed, everything would be better. Some people gave me one year to grieve. They saw grief as a straight line, with a beginning, middle, and end. But it is not linear. It is disjointed. One day you are acting almost like a normal person. You maybe even manage to take a shower. Your clothes match. You think the autumn leaves look pretty, or enjoy the sound of snow crunching under your feet. Then a song, a glimpse of something, or maybe even nothing sends you back into the hole of grief. It is not one step forward, two steps back. It is a jumble. It is hours that are all right, and weeks that aren't. Or it is good days and bad days. Or it is the weight of sadness making you look different to others and nothing helps.
Ann HoodFollow love and it will flee;
Flee love and it will follow you.
All that was missing... was everything else.
Ann Hoodlove is reliable. infatuation is temporary.
Ann HoodIf you want to feel like ginger ale Claire, drink a ginger ale.
Ann HoodTag: humor
Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it.
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