Afeni Shakur Quotes

The grief of losing my father has come in waves over the years, as it does with most people. His love and devotion as a father provided my closest, most intimate relationship. Dad, and our time together, is in my bones. While reflecting on him, the memories themselves seem to boil down into certain 'essences of Dad.'

My mother was really amazing and left me with a whole lot of treasures. I miss her terribly.

Every day I'll wear your memory like a favorite shirt upon my back

Grief is only the memory of widowed affection. The more intense the delight in the presence of the object, the more poignant must be the impression of the absence.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

I just can't think how I would go on without children having lost Edith already... It's too upsetting for me to write about them. Naturally, I still hope, and wait, wait, wait.

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

When I held in my hands the remains of Gunther, I had a strong feeling, like a phantom pain of an amputee.

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.

Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1

New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness every day.

Jill felt an emptiness open inside of her as she lifted her arm, a sense that something vital was being subtracted from her life. It was always like that when somebody you cared about went away, even when you knew it was inevitable, and it probably wasn't your fault.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.