“Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me. A mother, after all, is your entry into the world. She is the shell in which you divide and become a life. Waking up in a world without her is like waking up in a world without sky: unimaginable.”
“Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.”
“Sometimes you don't even know what you want until you find out you can't have it.”
“Yet the story of Orpheus, it occurs to me, is not just about the desire of the living to resuscitate the dead but about the ways in which the dead drag us along into their shadowy realm because we cannot let them go. So we follow them into the Underworld, descending, descending, until one day we turn and make our way back.”
“What had happened still seemed implausible. A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.”
“A mother is a story with no beginning. That is what defines her.”
“Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it. The more your identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss.”