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A week at the lake.  Twenty-five cousins running wild, barefoot and always a little bit damp.  Ice cream after dinner and 4th of July fireworks once the sun has gone down.  She missed all of this, everything that she would have loved. Subscribe to PhotoGrief to receive posts straight to your email inbox

Motherly love is a story that has no end. As long as there are good mothers, there will always be children who crave their unique kind of tenderness. I will never again be on the receiving end of my mother’s motherly love, but I am now the source of my daughters. I try to fill …

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
~ Pablo Neruda 

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“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”

~Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

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People always talk about the transformative nature of grief.  Typically I agree, sometimes our sad, challenging, and scary experiences have the capacity to reveal strength and beauty in the most unlikely places. I’ve noticed, though, that the people who talk about the “transformative nature” of tough circumstances are never actually standing in the thick of it.  It’s never the …

“The Sunday after Mom got her diagnosis, this was [the hymn] we sang in church. There’s a line in there about not fearing death. To me it felt so ridiculous. I, for one, was terrified to lose her. So I started to cry, and my voice must have wavered or something because Mom grabbed my hand hard behind the pew. I’d like to say the gesture made it easier, but instead after that we were both crying.”

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