When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.

The world is too fucking big. Sometimes, I can't even carry myself through all the love and fear.

I'm honored by your concern. I would like To gather all of the books that contain The words "mother" and "grief," set them aflame,And dance as they burn.

This is who I am. This is who I have always been. I am in pain. I am always in pain. But I always find my way to the story. And I always find my way home.

I knew I was being an idiot. But I figured if I kept being an idiot, if I didn't actually accept the truth, then the truth would become false.

Is the air okay?" I texted."It hurts a little to breathe," my sister texted back. "But we're okay."Jesus, I thought, is there a better and more succinct definition of grief than It hurts a little to breathe, but we're okay?

Grief is scary and beautiful, too, I thought, but did not text.

My name is Sherman Alexie and I was born from loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss.And loss.

Great pain is repetitive. Grief is repetitive.