Ciara

“Yet ‘people mourn differently’ is easy for the intellect to absorb, but for the heart it is much harder. I come to dread the Zoom calls, shrouded in shadow. The family shape is changed forever, and nothing makes it more poignant than to slide on my phone screen and no longer see the square with the word ‘Dad'.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief

“It comes as a form of aggression, this relief, bringing with it strangely pugnacious thoughts. Enemies beware: the worst has happened. My father is gone. My madness will now bare itself.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief

“Grief is not gauzy; it is substantial, oppressive, a thing opaque. The weight is heaviest in the mornings, post-sleep: a leaden heart, a stubborn reality that refuses to budge.

I will never see my father again. Never again. It feels as if I wake up only to sink and sink.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief

“Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language, and the grasping for language.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie