Help me believe that there is a beautiful purpose in this broken heart.
The irony of grief is that the one person you need to talk to about how you feel, is no longer there.
There is a sacredness in tears by Washington Irving
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven, where the love of our lost ones pour through and shine down on us to let us know they are happy.
Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us everyday, Unheard but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.