Quotes About Loss

Julian and Kyoko are the same age, and seeing Julian is a painful reminder for Yoko of her missing daughter, so John has limited himself to occasional phone calls.

But i missed nothing- because everything that truly mattered to me was either already gone or right here next to me in the museum holding my hand

I won't lie to you. I can't say why God would take her now. But if the fact that she was sent here among us doesn't point toward a loving God, then I can't help you.

Here's the best I've come up with about recovering from the death of somebody we love. It goes like this. When we're little, maybe one or so, we learn how to walk. Somehow we figure out how to get up on our two feet and take a scary step forward. Maybe we fall down. But we get up again. We take another step. We move forward. We move on. We just don't forget.

Here's the best I've come up with about recovering from the death of somebody we love. It goes like this. When we were little, maybe one or so, we learn how to walk. Somehow we figure out how to get up on our 2 two feet and take a scary step forward. Maybe we fall down. But we get up again. We take another step. We move forward. We move on. We just don't forget.

He got sick with meningitis when the boys were just three, and we lost him.

mother being taken from her deathbed, and

The look on Matthew Leroux's face when I left was terrible to behold. Having lost my own wife, Maeve, to cancer, I actually knew how it felt to helplessly watch a person you deeply love hover between life and death. How the inconsolable pain of it buries you to the point where the thought of your own death is actually a hope and a comfort.

I won't lie to you. I can't say why God would take her now. But if the fact that she was sent here among us doesn't point toward a loving God, then I can't help you. If we bring away anything from today, it should be the lesson that Maeve herself showed with every full, spent day of her life. Hold back nothing. Leave nothing in the tank.

It's okay to feel that loss. You can visit that place; you just can't live there.

almost drank himself to death, worrying and missing me. I'm trying to make up for the fact that I barely got back in time to save him. I only wish I could have saved Robinson, too. But I know Robinson didn't want me to be broken after his death. He wanted me whole, well, and writing. About us.

growled, "And, yes, my heart will break

My father left when I was four and Georgia was two. That was about a year after Leo died. Once he was gone, we never heard from him again. End of story.

Now I suddenly think that Sarkar, Tracy Anne, and I are most likely the only ones present who can tell exactly what has happened: Katra Kovac, nine months pregnant, has been slit open. Her baby has been taken. The procedure—it's a disgusting lie to confuse this butchery with the term C-section—has left the mother barely clinging to life. And the baby? Who in hell knows what has become of the baby, this baby who was literally ripped from its mother's womb.

Maeve had been dead for almost a year now, and in all that time, I hadn't found any new ways to cope with it -- only new ways to miss her.

the strands fell through his fingers. "I have to go," he said softly.

The real Leonardo was my twin brother. He got sick and died when we were both three years old. It was really sad, for sure, but it was also a long time ago. I barely remember any of it. The point is, I've always wondered what Leo would be

Dr. Sven Wallace. That is, up until last year around this time, when Wallace died suddenly of a heart attack. He

the numbers of service members we've lost to suicide is far greater than the number of service members killed by the enemy.

You can't bring the dead back. You can't even make sense of why things happen. All you can do is the best you can to let the living believe their souls are at peace.

As we held a hug for a few seconds, I felt the missing Brian like a physical pain. It made me think about a verse from Matthew. I could just get it roughly right in my head. "If a shepherd cares for one hundred sheep and one wanders off, will he not leave the other ninety-nine to look for that one?" Now that verse made more sense than ever before.

Her name was Erica Williams before she married Fish. I think she was from Honolulu but I don't know for sure. As to where she is now? I don't even know if she's in the United States. She was so ashamed of Randy. She couldn't hold her head up. After Bill died, she had a tag sale. Sold most of her things and then just took off." Cindy

Fred, came home from his Sunday round of golf later than normal and looked very tired. 'Bad day at the course?' his wife asked. " 'Everything was going fine,' said Fred. 'Then Harry had a heart attack and died on the tenth tee.' 'Oh, that's awful!' said the wife. 'You are not kidding,' said Fred. 'For the whole back nine, it was hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, drag Harry.

Do you ever miss it, not being a doctor anymore? I shook my head, frowned a little. I really don't. Something delicate and essential broke inside me when Isabella died. It will never be repaired, Kyle, at least I don't think so. I couldn't be a doctor now. I find it hard to believe in healing anymore.