“I know that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.”
“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.”
“...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.”
“The grief of children was unconditional, fueled by the implicit belief that it would last forever; for a child, grief was not grief unless it was eternal.”
“Days turn into weeks, which turn into months, which turn into years, which turn into decades, which turn into cemeteries. But love is eternal.”