If only she could feel what she’s supposed to be feeling: the celebratory mood of youth.

A major loss can suck everything else in with it.

Sadness is a funny thing. It visits a person when it wants.

Keep it together. Block it out. It’s a mistake. It has to be! Don’t be sad yet. Being sad is such a waste. Being mad, too. It makes everyone’s face red and puffy and nobody looks good with a red puffy face.

A tear. But only one.

A lighter head can help lift a heavy heart.

Last days are always the same. One part sadness, two parts excitement.