“...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.”
“Grief is love turned into an eternal missing”
“I know that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.”
“When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.”
“Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.”
“Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minuted to hours”