12 Quotes by Margo Rabb

Don’t search for answers. I felt like I was always searching. Literally – when I felt depressed I’d wander online, pressing links, looking for something that would make me feel better. I’d surf from friends’ photos to strangers’ blog posts about how to apply makeup, to the flight message board, to Googling Will for the hundredth time – and feel worse.

It had been so long since I’d written, really written, that I’d forgotten what it felt like – how it changed things, shifted everything. I’d forgotten how writing surprises you – how you sit down feeling one thing and come out feeling another – and that I’d never heard my dad’s voice in my head like this before, never known I could feel this close to him again, that this letter from him might ever exist. But here it was.

Grief isn’t like a map you can follow. It’s not a simple route with a destination. Sometimes you loop back and find yourself in the exact same place you left.