I don't know what grief will look like tomorrow.
But I'll face it.
I'll feel it.
As your memory washes over me.
One day at a time.
One wave at a time.
For such a love, grief is the price of admission.
The cost of the human condition.
So, I'll pay it over and over again until I see you again.
The love was worth it.
-Liz Newman
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