“To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think ‘How can a body withstand this?’
then you hold life like a face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say ‘yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.'” 
– Ellen Bass