Broken Heart Syndrome

"In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It’s the bitter taste of losing everything
I’ve held so dear"
— 1 year ago with 8 notes

“But she’s wrong about Hell. You don’t have to wait until you’re dead to get there.”

Susan Beth Pfeffer

— 2 years ago
"When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time — the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes — when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever — there comes another day, and another specifically missing part."
A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving (via planetgrief)
— 2 years ago with 13 notes
: A mothers day wish from heaven. →


Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing to you from heaven,
and though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.

I just popped in to visit,
your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother,
as this day for her is hard.

There must be some mistake I thought,…

— 2 years ago with 24 notes

I don’t believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

Wendell Berry

— 2 years ago