Don't Waste Your One Beautiful Life.

I Learned To Knit In 2002, Six Months After My 5-year-old Daughter, Grace, Died Suddenly From A Virulent Form Of Strep. I Was Unable To Read Or Write, And Friends Suggested I Take Up Knitting; Almost Immediately I Fell Under Its Spell.

Don't Waste Your One Beautiful Life.

A Sibling Is The Lens Through Which You See Your Childhood.

The Only Language She Could Speak Was Grief. How Could He Not Know That? Instead, She Said, "i Love You." She Did. She Loved Him. But Even That Didn't Feel Like Anything Anymore.

Time Doesn't Heal, I Had Learned, It Just Keeps Moving. And It Takes Us With It.