Young Mother: I’ve heard it said that grief is like an animal to some. With a life of its own and we are at its mercy. I don’t know about that. Grief is the stillness of the world the moment my boy left it. It’s that quiet rain that never stops falling. They say that grief transforms us. I know it’s transforming me, but into what?
It doesn’t matter what you say. I’m not going to go away. I will find every piece of your heart that has been blown to smithereens and I will put it back together again. And it will probably take a long time, but then I’m a patient man. And, above all, I’ll be your friend.