When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.
In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.
When you see a parent pass, and you literally are there, and you're sitting at that deathbed, man, and you have to tell them to go, it defines life for what it really is.
Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.
I've never lost a grown-up child, but I have known loss.
It's a very difficult thing losing a parent, but I think there's an added complication for me, because he was so well-loved and he had this very open charm that made people feel they had a personal relationship with him.
Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
As someone who has lived the nightmare of losing a child, I know that the enormous hole left behind remains forever.
The loss of my father left a great emptiness in my heart.
I would give anything to sit down with my maternal grandmother and have a cup of tea and play Scrabble. She died 10 years ago.
I am deeply saddened by the loss of my children's grandfather and my very dear friend. I loved big John with all my heart. ... Johnny Cash will, like Will Rogers, stand forever as a symbol of intelligence, creativity, compassion and common sense.
I had an uncle who was a postal official at the Polish post office in Gdansk. He was one of the defenders of the Polish postal service and, after it capitulated, was shot by the Germans under the provisions of martial law. Suddenly he was no longer a member of the family, and we were no longer allowed to play with his children.
If you learn the language of loss early, I think you seek out others who have experienced the same thing, who speak that same language of loss.
Grief, which disposes gentle natures to retirement, to inaction, and to meditation, only makes restless spirits more restless.
First I lost weight, then I lost my voice, and now I've lost Onassis.
Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces -- down to the last glassy splinter.
I think it's okay to talk about grief and sorrow. Especially for women, when you lose a child or have a miscarriage, it's good to talk about it, as a lot of people don't want you to speak about those things. It makes people sad, but sometimes you've got to.
A terrific sadness swept over Jerry. As if somebody had died. The way he felt standing in the cemetry that day they buried his mother. And nothing you could do about it.
It breaks my heart that my father never knew my children. He should have been around for another 25 years.
My father died when I was young, and after he did, my mother had it tough. Very tough.
I did a bit of running away when my mam passed away. I didn't go back to work; I started drinking quite a lot, and I know how damaging that can be.
My mum died about three years ago at the age of 101, and just towards the end, as she began to run out of energy, she did actually stop trying to tell me what to do most of the time.
I think grieving is the same for everybody that lost someone you love deeply. It's the same. You know, you're really no different than anybody else who's lost somebody they adored.
My granddaddy died when I was about 6 years old, I think. And my grandmother took a job cooking in the school lunchroom. So she did great. She made $18 a week.
I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die - it's a major offence.
