You don’t have a monopoly on pain or loss. It’s a level playing field—we all lose—we all grieve. It’s what remains afterwards that defines us. Guilt is the poison we pump into our own veins. It’s self-inflicted torture. - R.W. Patterson
Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained. - R.W. Patterson
I know you’re tired…but this is your time, Laney. Claim your power. Make everything…from the beginning until the end…make it all count. - R.W. Patterson