Quotes from Kris Radish

There has to be a moment when you choose happiness, when you stand up, raise your face towards the sun, and just grab joy and put it in a place where no one can ever take it away from you.

First love is often blinding. ... The pure & sensuous joy of bodies falling into souls & hearts, & the delicious tumble of hearts that wraps us up inside of something that is often nothing more than a purely physical moment.

Things happen at funerals. It's some kind of cosmic, absolutely cosmic spiritual process that helps maneuver fate & challenges the hearts & souls of people to step up, for Christ's sake, step up & get on with it.

Grief gets worse, you know that, as you get older.

I can't imagine ever not missing you.

It's so odd, isn't it? That know we are all going to die, & that we have these difficult passages to go through with our parents & friends, & other people we love & care about who are also going to die, & yet it's almost as if we are never really ready.

As you know, things change. People die. Everything changes.

She will see & know for certain that everything is going to be just fine. But this day, this first day,... & when the wings of change have brushed against her life yet again, she just wants to be pissed off.

Annie's thing was to concentrate on the living. To honor every day & every person in some interesting way, because that's what you had, just that one moment. ... It 's important to honor a life, the way it was lived, the potential it had to grow & change. ... Saluting someone after they die can be done in a way that allows us to grieve & to celebrate.

We're women & we deal with it, & we do it in a way that somehow becomes a gift. Isn't it something that we can take something so painful it makes you drop to the floor & turn it into a life lesson that makes you actually glad it happened? That's what women do. We get on with it.

Just pause, my loves, remember me, & then keep going.

Grief, and remembering, and loss cannot be predicted or held at bay. She knows, and she lets her anger at the missing... at all the time she let slip away spill from inside her.

What you remember... is not what they think you will remember, it is often not

She begins laughing hysterically at the long-held notion that the bra, like her lost marriage, & her fabulous mother, & the man she thought she loved 2 men ago, or even the one she loves now, would last forever.

She begins laughing hysterically at the long-held notion that the bra, like her lost marriage, & her fabulous mother, & the man she thought she loved 2 men ago, or even the one she loves now, would last forever. ... & now the hole, emerging like an omen of change, slapping her upside the head, & making her wonder, "What next? What in the hell is going to happen next in this life of mine?

It's okay. I have to ride this until it's just a whimper. I didn't think about what was happening. I wasn't ready for all this change. ... It never felt quite real.

I'm tired, & supporting the entire world has ruined my back.

Now you know why it was so hard for me to let go of one more thing...the land, the view, a sense of something...one thing just staying the way it should be. Control.

Now you know why it was so hard for me to let go of one more thing...the land, the view, a sense of something...one thing just staying the way it should be. ... I'm tired, tired of losing ground, of losing control, of losing so many people that I love.

I've done this before. I know how it works, but I cannot get used to it.

She thinks she will explode with all the seemingly endless positions of grief.

What does everything mean to you right now, this second, while you are looking out at an ocean of possibility?

Well, you don't really forget the crap, do you? ... You might put a blanket over it & push it to the back of your mind, but that doesn't really make it go away.

Yes, dammit, a good bra can change everything.