" They tell you that it will pass, that there'll be a day when you wake up and your heart doesn't ache, a day when you don't cry, but laugh and smile and remember the person you've lost with great fondness. You can't believe that day will ever come. But it does, doesn't it? Somehow, it does. "

― Hazel Gaynor , A Memory of Violets: A Novel of London's Flower Sellers