If you love your dad, it’s tough when he dies. If you don’t like your dad, it’s tough when he dies. Because you lose that guy. Whatever you didn’t get, you miss. And what you did get, you miss.

I live nearby a graveyard, that's where I get all my inspiration for wisdom and life.

The world slides, the world goes, and death makes equal the rich and the poor.

We die a day at a time.

I am the mother of three children whose birth mother died of cancer when they were young. When I met them, they were ages twelve, ten, and eight, all grieving in very different ways. I have seen first hand the pain and confusion that accompanies childhood loss. But I have also seen the healing that can take place when children begin to understand who Jesus is and how much He loves them. By using our family's personal experience as a foundation, I hope this book will be a refuge for grieving children to express their sorrow, to feel understood in all their pain, and to come to know that God is their ultimate source of comfort, healing, hope, and joy here on earth, as well as in heaven.

It's a harrowing experience to see death approaching in haste towards you, what is hell but confronting your own mortality.

Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.

They should make earplugs for people who are grieving, so we don't have to hear the stupid things people say, but I'd look like a dork in them.' -Corinna.

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

Dreams, just dreams, it's all illusion.