May the constant love of caring friends soften your sadness.
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
We think about you always, we talk about you still, You’ve never been forgotten and you never will. We hold you close within our heart and there you will remain, To walk and guide us through our lives until we met again.
The irony of grief is that the one person you need to talk to about how you feel, is no longer there.
Grief Is a Wound That Never Heals by Rufus Wainwright