Du warst alles für mich.

“But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.”

It hurts not having you around anymore… I miss you every single day.

It’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief … lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while, it’s not so overwhelming.

I hope you're dancing in the sky, i hope you're singing in the angel's choir and I hope the angels know what they have… I'll bet it's so nice up in Heaven since you arrived.

And every time I look at the sky, I see you. In every cloud, in every ray of sunlight, in every star.

I hope you know what a special part of me you are — and that it will always stay that way.

I hope you know what a special part of me you are — and that it will always stay that way.

And every time I look at the sky, I see you. In every cloud, in every ray of sunlight, in every star.

I can’t see you anymore but I feel you in all the good that’s still here.

Grief is like the ocean; It comes in waves; ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.

Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly — that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.