Grief never ends, but it changes.
It's a passage, not a place to stay.
Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith.
It is the price of love.
Grief is the last act of love we have to give to those we loved.
Where there is deep grief, there was great love indeed.
"Madre! What's taking so long? Affrettatevi per favore!" I heard hasty footsteps and the door all of a sudden slammed open.
"There you are! God! I have been looking for you everywhere."
I looked over my shoulder and saw the young boy who wasn't a kid anymore walking up to me. It had been eighteen years since that tragic incident where I lost my beloved Carlo but received something much more precious in return.
Our bundle of joy. Our bundle of togetherness.
Our 'Celio'
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