Auralee Wallace

“We’re all products of our upbringings.”

But facts have a way of providing cold comfort when you’re the one experiencing loss.

Brynn, sometimes the sun lifts you up, sometimes the clouds bring you down, but if you’re a smart witch, you’ll ignore all that and ride the wind.

My mother always used to say nothing soothes like a cup of tea on a cold night.

“Brynn, it’s okay. It’s okay to feel confused. It’s okay to feel lost. It’s okay to feel.”

He said, tell Brynn that I love her always, and that for my tribute, I want her to show me the stars.

That was the thing about grief I had come to know so well. It was always too much. The loss always too big. The pain always takes up too much space. It takes all the room you have until there is nothing left, and then it takes even more.