• Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of you fill up with sounds of talking and laughter again, and the jagged edges of sadness are softened by memories.

    Lois Lowry (1998). “Looking Back: A Book of Memories”, p.169, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt