“For in grief nothing “stays put.” One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats.”
―C.S. Lewis
Over time, how (if at all) has grief shifted for you?
“For in grief nothing “stays put.” One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats.”
―C.S. Lewis
Over time, how (if at all) has grief shifted for you?