“Grief is natural,' she said. 'Overcoming it is a matter of choice.”
“It didn’t matter, anyway. There was only one thing she could ask for, in the end, only one real choice. She raised her eyes to the Angel’s. "Jace," she said.”
“Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again?”
“She said America was a spoiled child ignorant of grief.”
“I guess it's a choice we make," she said."What's a choice?" I asked.And she said, "How much of the world we let in.”
“Say a prayer for those who are overcome by despair and grief. Light candles of hope for all in their darkness!❤”