I moved on, and I was happy, but time itself is an affront to my sensibilities, and I never stopped grieving for this absent part of my life.
She stopped grieving and took an interest in her baby, vowing that the child would get strong.
But she never stopped grieving for parents who had died in separate road accidents after living dangerously long before.
Her husband never stopped grieving.
I will never stop grieving that our oldest daughter did not, even as I cannot imagine her being anyone other than the smart, lovely young woman she is becoming.
Then I saw that there was a grace to stop grieving.
After a few years of trying hard to stop grieving a sister's death, I went to live part-time in a Zen Buddhist monastery.
At the same time, many feel misunderstood by their own families and friends, who want them to stop grieving and get on with their lives.
"Normal Heart," I think, for me, and for a number of people, was a chance to go back and release and grieve in the way that you had to stop grieving at a certain point when the AIDS crisis was at its peak because you had lost so many people.
Trapped there for 12 years, caring for her widowed mother, she never stops grieving for her missing child, and as the novel gets into gear, she's planning to return to the United States to search for her.
