Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Another thing

My sister says grief is a bit like drowning. I know that despair, and have felt it at times far less desperate than these. I tell her, stop struggling, let yourself float up, and breathe slow and deep. Lungs full of air cannot sink.

1 comment:

  1. "Lungs full of air cannot sink." So simply put yet beautifully written. Thank you...


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