Louise Brown Quotes

My grandfather's death was really hard to deal with.

Of course the death of Geoffrey has caused a lot of trauma to me generally.

In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn't function.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me.

My mom died when I was 8.

There is nothing to be compared to this, 'cause we lost our brother, our hero. The world is mourning. We are mourning. The fans are mourning. It is unreal. Unbelievable.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

Do not weep for me.

I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.

Tell me, Connie, is your mother still dead?

When my brother called to inform me, on the morning of May 22, 2003, that our mother Caroline Oates had died suddenly of a stroke, it was a shock from which, in a way, I have yet to recover.

Father's Day was great, but all the family gatherings brought up my mother's death. Maybe it's me, because I am a wimp. We would get together, but there was someone missing!

Losing my mum. That was a punch-me moment.

Losing your parent is unlike anything.

When you - when someone dies in your family and you think you're over it, and then you wake up in the morning and it hits you, 'I won't ever see my brother again. I won't ever see my mom again.' And it just kind of hits you like that.

There's no easy time to lose a parent.

From losing my mom, I'll never be okay; I'll never be put together again.

During my grandma's funeral, I looked over once and saw my mom crying, and I felt so bad for her.

I was studying architecture at Berkeley when my father passed away in 2007. We knew he had cancer, but we didn't expect it to escalate so rapidly. In my mind, it was like, 'He'll pull through.' When he didn't, I didn't understand. I was 21, and my best friend had died.