“ Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God. ”
No mother should lose her child.
~ Ann Hood
When you read a book, and who you are when you read it, makes it matter or not.
This was how to help a family who has just lost their child. Wash the clothes, make soup. Don't ask them what they need, bring them what they need. Keep them warm. Listen to them rant, and cry, and tell their story over and over.
The 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.
