May 25, 2010 at 2:00 pm

Undo it, take it back, make every day the previous one until I am returned to the day before the one that made you gone. Or set me on a airplane traveling west, crossing the date line again and again, losing this day, then that, until the day of loss still lies ahead, and you are here instead of sorrow.

Nessa Rapoport, A Woman's Book of Grieving