“I sat back in the chair, took another long drink of coffee.
And noticed a specific and breathtaking absence.

At the moment, nothing hurt.

What I felt was only hope, that internal sunrise.

The image of his face came into my head, and I felt only my great luck at having had him for as long as I did.

I’d learned enough about grieving to know that the other ways of feeling would come back soon enough.  But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next.  Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.”

~ elizabeth berg,

The Year of Pleasures

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