Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. - Joan Didion

I did not always think he was right nor did he always think I was right but we were each the person the other trusted.

To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves — there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.

Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.