You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

That feeling of terrible emptiness when I touched him was like going into a house that you thought would be full of people you loved, only to find it empty, an…

Love is too precious to be ashamed of.

Maybe God isn't the sex police, Richard. Sometimes I think Christians get all hung up on the sex thing because it's easier to worry about sex than to ask yours…

'The hurt is still there. When my parents were alive it affected them just as much as it is affecting us today.'

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.