"The passageway of grief is lined with a thousand doors. I’ve read this description in a variety of places, not attributed to anyone in particular, but I like it. I often picture the long hallway ahead of me, light sneaking out from underneath the closed doors. In the early weeks after Mack’s sudden death I would stand in this hallway unsure of what to do. But now, I open the doors and walk in because I always find him there."
‘Sit Still and Uncover your Eyes’ - Modern Loss
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