“Suppression also played another tragic role. By burying my pain, by avoiding my heartaches, I lost touch with knowing and owning what was important to me. I no longer went within, which was a scary road. If you were once attacked on a road, you make sure to avoid it. But the avoidance means you also miss out on the wild flowers when they’re blooming, the snow-capped mountains in winter, the waterfall, the deer, the beautiful people, like Tony, who walk there every day. You also miss out on knowing yourself better, on understanding what is important to you.”

“We need to be present in our love story, watching, listening, and most importantly being aware of our own behaviours without judgment – present, living life in each second as it unfolds. And if like me, your Albie goes away, because like ours your roots didn’t go all the way underground, shed your tears, acknowledge your heartache, and know that there is never an end to a love story. Because relationships end but love stays emblazoned in your heart, the experience of tremendous beauty written in your very being, making your light brighter and the world a more beautiful place for all.”