She undertook the direction of all those details which were to me so inexpressibly dreadful.

She wrote letters for me beside, and was really most kind and useful, and her society supported me indescribably.
She was odd, but her eccentricity was leavened with strong common sense; and I have often thought since with admiration and gratitude of the tact with which she managed my grief.
There is no dealing with great sorrow as if it were under the control of our wills.

It is a terrible phenomenon, whose laws we must study, and to whose conditions we must submit, if we would mitigate it.

Cousin Monica talked a great deal of my father.

This was easy to her, for her early recollections were full of him.
One of the terrible dislocations of our habits of mind respecting the dead is that our earthly future is robbed of them, and we thrown exclusively upon retrospect.