Stephany

“Grief is a quiet, shapeless thing. It loops and dips, showing up on birthdays, in grocery store aisles, in the middle of songs you didn’t ask to hear. It lingers in the pauses—in the laughter that comes too late, in the quiet moments where you realize, again and again, that they’re still gone. But I guess, at the end of the day, it’s just proof that your heart has loved.”
― Laura J. Robert, Beverly