“I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room–but eventually, you learn to live with it.”
Somehow, I thought, elephants had taken it a step further. They didn’t grimace every time they entered the room and saw that couch. They said, remember how many good memories we had here? And they sat, for just a little while, before moving elsewhere.