It was the idea

It was the idea of the life I was supposed to have. It was everything that included the words should be, supposed to. Surrender those words and you are left with what is. Grief is in no way a blessing. But in some way, working your way through it may offer an opportunity to mourn so many other things you have hitherto been unable to. Things that I've kept you hurt or small or angry. Old things that have determined how you encounter the new. - Camilla Gibb

{beautiful book: 'this is happy'... Go read it!}