In your darkest moments of despair, a friend's hand on yours will get you through the worst.

I'd realize it's not worth our time to worry. You do your best, and God will put the right people in your path.

When the dark days come, many wonderful moments, those will all seem dead and empty to you. It will take practice and even hard work to find the joy sometimes.

What I've noticed is not only in the military, but in the first responders community, that when you reach out your hand to help one of them, they almost always grab your hand with only one of theirs, because they're using their other hand to reach behind them and pull up somebody else with them.

I don't move away from grief, rather through it.

There's no road map. There's no textbook on how grief works and when your heart will be open - or if it ever will.