“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