Hey friends. I haven’t been consistent on the blog lately and I truly don’t know how it got to this point. I want you all to know you’ve been on my mind and I haven’t completely forgotten about you. Today is Friday which can only mean one thing – Friday Quotes! I’ll be sharing some quotes from the book I recently read ‘Notes on Grief by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’.
Synopsis
Notes on Grief is an exquisite work of meditation, remembrance, and hope, written in the wake of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s beloved father’s death in the summer of 2020. As the COVID-19 pandemic raged around the world, and kept Adichie and her family members separated from one another, her father succumbed unexpectedly to complications of kidney failure.
Notes on Grief is a deeply moving book on grief. I felt an immense sadness reading this but I was also happy for her and the relationship she had with her father and the memories they shared. One thing we can agree on is how ugly death is and how differently everyone grieves.
Let’s get to the quotes, shall we?
“We don’t know how we will grieve until we grieve”
“Grief was the celebration of love, those who could feel grief were lucky to have loved.”
“Grief is not gauzy, it is substantial, oppressive, a thing opaque. The weight is heaviest in the mornings, post-sleep: a leaden heart, a stubborn reality that refuses to budge.”
“It is an act of resistance and refusal: grief telling you it is over and your heart saying it is not; grief trying to shrink your love to the past and your heart saying it is present.”
“Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language”
“Age is irrelevant in grief; at issue is not how old he was but how loved.”
If you liked reading this, you might enjoy reading this. Notes on Grief is a book I definitely recommend. I took a break from Instagram but I’m sorta back now so go follow me on there.
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