Amy

“grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us

grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping

grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

“Let the wild rumpus start!”
― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

“I couldn’t quite believe this had happened to us. The crushing disbelief, confusion and helplessness had me waiting expectantly for another phone call. Surely he would contact us and clear things up. I leapt with hope every time the phone rang. Even so, I sighed in relief when it wasn’t him. What would he say if he did call? He had been so cold.”
― Sheri McGregor, Done With The Crying: Help and Healing for Mothers of Estranged Adult Children

“If you're a bird... I'm a bird...”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook